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I fell down amid the streets  got up dusted myself wishing  noone had seen how I have been wishing a path to light beyond this wrath to fight beyond  this aftermath  but nothing so far wishing for  the next turn after this heavy run  that can predict  that the fall can be fun wishing for lesser bleed that doesn't stain the meed but only calms down the greed within that speaks of being sober  wishing for greater stride when I climb down  the mountain of pride while I see faces that grinched  at me over and over wishing fate to debate until after the slate to be wiped clean from constant slaughter wishing pain to be part of very much everything so that you  aren't left alone under a sad looking stone  *pic courtesy pinterest art collection

Tired

Feets tired …
But they prefer walking.
Lips dried..
But they prefer talking.
Eyes made a childish glide..
Innocently as they slide.
A search beside blinding.
Face lied..
As they prefer looking.
Fingers polite..
Reciting disorder.
Nervous tremble..
Voices mumble..
Tiring blends..
Trying offends.
Once or twice it pretends..
Soon quenching the thirst..
With a sudden outburst.
Getting wet..
The walk gets slippery..
As washed off is the spider web..
And the stuck wasp fled freely.

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