I
A burning flame
Dancing under the moonlight
Without a single spectator
My lips
Padlocked with a million keys
Caging the beautiful words
I want to say
My eyes
So many beautiful strangers
She has caught
But my brains are sucked dry of its juice
In dearth of words, in silence of fear
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I Wish I Could Crush The World
PoetryIt's a peom concerning hw I feel about the world