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When there’s nothin’ else to boast of They rant ‘bout BE-ing the glorious legit children Poor idiots know not That ther..

It’s this damned era of loneliness Lying on bed at an odd angle Poor rusty puppet Nothing comes to maneuver Just motors’ stacc..

Before vapid screen to cure a Pain, mind staunchly wills till Comes she, mama of mine and Hands a glass of water. Normal swallowscouldn'tj..

butterfly,oh butterfly.......where do you fly away?

never apart

fleeting smiles of a loner

Weavers of the dark

Often we are torn between the conflicting stands of right and wrong...