Burning the flames of desires
Trying to find a way out
The crowd is dense
The stakes are high
The impulses paralyze
Exit seem seamless
But there is no place to hide.
Poetry……..Exit
Burning the flames of desires
Trying to find a way out
The crowd is dense
The stakes are high
The impulses paralyze
Exit seem seamless
But there is no place to hide.
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This is really good šš
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Thank you so much my friend
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those are some great lines Haroon !
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Thank you so much my friend
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Welcome dear friend šš
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