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[poem] IT WASN'T ME

A bitter on my hold anger
My anxiety united with tears

Rusted away the artery of happiness

Aura of love is fading as the cold night

The previous boomed taste was red

Now goes crashing drizzle rain

The drizzle soaking up the debris

Destroy the aesthetic palace

Devastated my little world

Herding soften dark elegy

Like a storm in the early morning

Through the trail without end

Ran but could not find the mystery

The secrets of Allah yet to achieved

But I feel grace without limit


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