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Until Such Time
Does one's mind
Keep touching
Again and again
One's grief sorrow
And loss
Like a crow
Pecking at your Weeping Sores
Until such time
When you make
Your mind Stop
For it is said
If you don't
The pus of Bitterness
The rage
Of regret
Will Direct
Whatever Life
You have left
Keep touching
Again and again
One's grief sorrow
And loss
Like a crow
Pecking at your Weeping Sores
Until such time
When you make
Your mind Stop
For it is said
If you don't
The pus of Bitterness
The rage
Of regret
Will Direct
Whatever Life
You have left
Published 20th Oct 2024
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