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Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Wistful over wishes


Unabashedly I lay claim

On my spawn, my creation

Blinded by unconditional

Outpouring love without ration



Selfless, I deem to be

Putting others before me

In its wake, spiraling myself

Gnawed by guilt, I ain’t free



Winnowed by one and all

My days like all are numbered

I look forward to the time

I shall become unencumbered

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