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  • INVENTED ANIMALS

    We human born Without any horn without sharp teeth Invented bombs,gun To kill GOD’s son And become wild again With curse of pure pain

    September 11, 2014
  • FACE OF DUST

    Shining with sun rays Entering in room like thief See the face of dust

    September 11, 2014
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