The future had captured the legacy of mind
the outpouring commitment of
suicidal world.
she was quiet at the dark day hanged
In a cloth.
did not produced a sweat tongue of
release about her.
world was darkned by its colour.
Readers became cried,wept and then
Forgot.
There was fine vocabulary to call
The news.
Sweat dresses had gone into
strange pilgrimage.
World shot the light
She was the great difficulty of the
Tarnished man.
He was vomitted his pleasured blood.
I had no prophecy to capture for
Eyes.
Could not do it as a myopia.
Tongue it lost its capacity to deliver
The words.
It became covered with cancer.
Eyelids dreamt for the clear eyes and ears
Sweats and perspiration ran
Through the body.
The mouth was ready to vomit.
The man never wiped the blood in his
Outside.
Although he had a tongue of taste
Evaporated the agony of his
The affirmative complaints about her.
He was quite unremarkable with those
Notorious phenomenon.
Delivered as the accusations above the
Tarnish of the colourless world.
There was no one to blame for the
Untruth
All the time was unconscious and
Concious.
She was tarnished her body
several poets and painters raved
Abou her.
The man he went into barefoot.
He was towards the savaged tongues
Besides
Indians and Eliot see it as a destiny;
Never fought for against it.
He wept for the sweet current of
his personal blood.
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