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A SKETCHYOU ARE A SKETCH,DRAWN AND KEPTSECRETLY,INSIDE A BOOK,IN THE SHELF,NO ONE READS,MOLDED IN DUST,I DO OPEN ITIN PERPLEXITY,WHEN WINDOWS ANDDOORS..
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Pen
of love, when
received,with
ink filledof
adversity,it
bleeds along thousand
words,said
and unsaid, spouts
like a fountain of
joy and ..
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