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Nomadic Lines
Nomadic Lines
1 min
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The doors were closed since yesterday,
But today now got locked inside;
And I’ve been waiting outside.
A home is planted on two bricks,
The leafless Tree stands having a rendezvous with sticks;
An asylum is where a room is washed all day,
I wake up an old man to have dinner on naked streets.
23rd Hour tis’,
And no good has stood up tonight;
Yet again the lights have become tired,
Cold air kisses all night a lake of fire.
