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Saturday, ‎September ‎07, ‎2013

There is nothing there than the mud and the shoe
Only the ruthless sky and dreary road loom
The shoe is worn and torn, it hurts you
Your skin is peeled with bruise
Your bones are wrecking, some dead too
Your body is tired and you want to fall as doomed
But you run, run and run, you don’t know where into
Why do you carry in such a pain, coldness might ask,
Perhaps, the soul have injured in the battle with his world class
Maybe, the heart died when the love you trusted didn’t last
As in case the wound exacerbates, you need to run fast


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