Chaos and clamor
Propel me to solitude.
Who are the mad ones?
Chaos and clamor
Propel me to solitude.
Who are the mad ones?
Tags: Poetry
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terrorist
care not for humanity
mad… retarded… all
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you ask
i speak my mind
forgive me
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i dilly i dally
my time well spent… your memories
await… moving on
Yes to the heartlessness of terrorists. Thanks for dilly dallying and reading the Memoirs of my trip to England and France.