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Submitted by rohith on 12 August 2008 - 8:26pm.
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Closing the window,
inviting darkness into my room
i sat with a lost heart.
Silence killing imagination,
loneliness entered my heart,
fear singing some melodyless songs,
darkness telling cruel jokes,
forcing me to laugh.
Vapourised soul!
I’m dead!!
AH!!!
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
What did you think of my title?
Is the internal logic consistent?
