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08/03/2009 by Siddiqui Fayesal

Like the wind i travel with ease.
Far away from whom i should please

till the world come to a stand still.
For the one i care, who’s emptiness i should fill.

The beast,walks with me the stretch of life,
who’s reins i hold but he shows no plight

when he leads me into darkened moor,
where pimps’ pockets charity doles,

Where lords of land unite the wealthy classes
with the sweaty masses.

Ticking away is my hourly goodness.
takin for granted my lethargic caresses

i shower upon my lovely gaoler
to pull myself out from my deadly stupor.

Siddiqui F.
(Original date not found. it could’ve been as recent as today. Or, well, as old as somewhere in 2004)

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