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Boondoggle
All that surrounds me
The doomed walls,
grey eyes of despise,
quarreling lips,
barren souls,
clamour hitting
the roof filled
with smoke
from incense sticks
still I bleeds,
when the adventurous
hill challenge of
writing became a
futile effort...
I became the
ghost of destiny
#writcocommunity#writcochallenge
The doomed walls,
grey eyes of despise,
quarreling lips,
barren souls,
clamour hitting
the roof filled
with smoke
from incense sticks
still I bleeds,
when the adventurous
hill challenge of
writing became a
futile effort...
I became the
ghost of destiny
#writcocommunity#writcochallenge
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