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Lustful Dream

Bathed with hot iron cooked from the furnace
Swimming in between the blue sea
Bleating like a goat in the pit of dungeon
Pains beyond measures
Smelling the future
But couldn’t perceive any smell
Cry all day, but my voice refused to echo
Tired to level the mountains, hills and valley but to no avail
My shadow left me in the crowd
Found myself in the midst of nemesis
Sailing in the boat without a captain
Drowned, but was restituted back by saints
Mission not yet completed
The days revolved and evolved
It’s my time to shine
While the sun cast it’s beautiful face
I’m not giving up till I get there
Despite the scars, burns infirmities
Thy dreams shall come to stay
The ink bleeds

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