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Deep, blind, hollow,
bitter to swallow.
No sounds, I hear,
No scream, I dream.
Gun firing in the distance,
Illusive is the existence,
silence breaks the fear.
Bye, my life,
If ever mine.
Pure is the way,
by drowning unveiled.
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The poem is about the insatiable desire for love.
this poem is about my perception and optimism
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Depression or rain or both
Visiting a Church Graveyard