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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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