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Nomadic Lines

Nomadic Lines

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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.


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