Literary Colonel
Just another mundane in Archimedes' creek Yet wonder, why's the devil afraid of this bleak
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Not that I asked for too much; Yet the concrete paths drown me A poetry I behold, an irony I summon I caress the turmoil, I hover the pitfalls; Yet I question the life Even butterflies have a defined life cycle, Why can't I? ©Vedant Sehgal
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