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<p style="text-align: center;" center;"="">Pondering in sloth riddled exile, dirty, mudded and infested bath-water.Sharing the extreme imagination contrast reality.Panic thrusted full pelt entrusted.Money feeds such little who care,Freelance breed suffering servant indeed.The ubiquitous sleeve hidden and deceivedLaughing smiles with those teeth that gleam.Sweaty handshakes left unfilled and malice intentA practitioner of harmful conceptA leveller of nature’s milk.
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.