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'My government is largely of the rich, by the richer for the richest.'
As I sit down on a not so bright Tuesday morning to write something hoping no one read yet would give me a source to pour my feelings.It occurs to me that that i have grown up yet am childish in a peculiar way only i can understand.The moments which made me happy and yet have the force to trouble me now as I write them.The surprise drizzling on Tuesday morning doesn't make my nostalgia feel lazy but on the contrary awakens me from my slumber. My heart's feeling heavy as i remember the day when my school reopened.I asked my mom, "Mom,why does the school reopen at a time when such a lousy morning is tempting me to sleep."Mom just rolled her eyes in disgust to my question,making her displeasure known.I immediately got up from my bed and began to think of all the possible ways of missing the first day.i thought, "Its raining cats n dogs and am praying the providence to bestow its kindness on my feeling and make it impossible for the school bus to reach our place; ...
how excited i was to see you,to feel you,to grasp you; as we met at a distance which failed to set us apart for ever. how happy i was to gaze at you, to smell you;the familiar scent that had engrossed me in you for years. if every word were to lose their beauty to you, then my scribe would be such a shame eyes behind those veil,smile of a distinct flair, wouldn't my kiss,if i could,be considered a sin,to tell thee a few. your lips,thin as though the petal of an elusive flower, made the most urgent touches to your words in peace, as the incandescent glow on your face mesmerized me with its perfection . but forever seemed too far as the curse of time kissed us, and so thou had to leave like a dew; no wonder i couldn't bid you a proper adieu...
My blood is so very tasty That it can warm your thirst like wine It can unite you brethren to fight for my demise Mobilize opinions and divide! You fail to see how powerfully poised I am, To be strong and weak at the same time. Strong enough to withstand the abuse and survive, Weak nevertheless to be hurt anytime. Words reverberate the burning passion, To speak of sickness and the subject of becoming a constant pain, Delirious and senile, helpless and quite frankly, a concubine! However, disillusioned enough to think about power in sacrifice. My blood is so very lusty, You would want to have more of me, Beat me up and devour every piece you see, Your love must be so surreal, like your greed! I am so very mesmerized by your actions, That I rave about you to my colleagues, Who feel your actions are just and well justified, That I should be grateful I am worthy and my purpose, defined! My blood's red, Like the rose, However, I never grew, Once you plucked...
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