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The debris

Like words locked-up in a blank page;
My mind seems to be restless in a cage;
A dream theme sleeps deep in my heart;
When it wakes up, it destroys all apart;
Neither the friends nor foes encourage;
While, red verse bleeds towards a rage;
Then I become debris of my own deed;
When will you be kind enough to feed!

By

Williamsji Maveli
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www.williamsji.com