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He does not care to wash his face
And his hair is a nest of the sparrow
He eats or remain hungry does not matter
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Your very sad poem reminds me of some artiste friends. Some have died. Some are dying. Some wish to die. And one lives in a storage locker. His treasured books keeping him company. Your outstanding poem brilliantly sums up the life of some artistes.
artistic life is absolutely different from others; nice to read your poem
Life of artiste is like that. He is neither sad nor happy. He mourns none and none morns his demise. Great poem. Top score
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8/7/2025 5:22:30 PM # 1.0.0
really? It is a good bio poem