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Uncouth Times 

​Uncouth times

Scratch bloody lines on destiny

My palms burn 

Memories get blurred

 Within the spiked regime 

 Imprisoned soul flutters

 Its broken wings

The horizon mocks 

And earth loosens its hold

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