Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Made Of Stone Comments
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After the war,
Minus two fingers,
With two fingers of scotch,
To forget my loss,
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7/20/2025 3:41:33 PM # 1.0.0
It is a futile exercise if we search for hearts outside our own dear and near ones. Love is a mirage if sought in the desert of humans unknown.The lady in the poem is a replica of the world real but not disheartening either. Your want of the hour is the villain here.