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Tuesday, 14 August 2018

# Poetry

DEAD LIONS DONT ROAR

You lay still, Your tears like river
As he came in and out of your slits
Like one would pull a plant
His sweat dripped on you like misery
That night was the end of your purity
But I do not blame you for shutting his destiny

That club that took away a sad life
Still hangs in the blues
But let the horror give way
Let it give  your memory no strive
He can't hurt you again..
He was buried with his ego and strength
Dimola,Dead lions can't roar
Especially one who took without a price,
Your pride ,beauty and will thrice

This was my entry for ToluToludo #poetry challenge
                                   

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