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With blistering steps of human stamps,
with a rambling walk into a room,
I stand as an inevitable prerequisite.
Instead of pats of love,
Rather, pats of dust.
I was made for this i know,
But not with stamps of shoes but human feet.
Within months I will wear out.
With a solemn welcome i offer to you before you go in,
Will you ever say a goodbye to me before you go out?
For hiding the truths with tiring lies,
I am on my own to frazzle,
Through out my life span,
The door post is where I call home
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The leaked puzzle
PoetryThis book, is created for the documentation of Ken's poems of diverse varieties of genres. As you read and follow each chapter, I hope you don't get puzzled along 😂. All poems found in this book are all made by Ken, in which he takes pride in writi...
