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Poem Number 23354
While trying to live life to the full
Unaware of the dangers attached
Virtues and vices to suit self best
A disguise for human respect
Only to know that it is late.
The journey towards the mature world
The face lost so many times
As each day taught us to crawl, walk and fall.
The tentacles of the chill came so fast
Binding self in a tight noose
Unable to cry or escape
The past deeds did the end job.
The birth , the growth, the death-
Thus zigzagged to the oblivion
Wishing to nestle fast with the dust.
Adieu, to none than my unsung self.
Good job -H
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