Seeing this life dawn on me,
With the tales all rangy;
To hold me throughout,
So as to make me lose the bout;
I wonder,see the clouds raging,
If its me they are blaming;
The happenings oe mishappenings,
That I refused to forbid,
Is this the afterplay for me being rabid?
Seldom,no guilts or seizures proven,
Still,ranting on me is my own blood;
Now,required is the codicil,
To clear the manifested dust,
And help me,growing out from the dusk....

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