A poem : Not a revenge.

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Stones are thrown
Straight at gleeful brown face I know
But rather went through the ear hole
And hit my heart pole
It settles in the stomach like grudge
And I tell you this grudge will lodge
Not necessarily for a blood bath
But decisively for a give back on my path
It fills the sac in my bowel
And that is the baggage with me join towel
And one after another I will dish
Like a fish and on the tower top I will leash
I swear on my brutalized heart
Like a wounded cat.

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