Social Poetry
The Lost Identity
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Darkness of the night
Was somewhat deeper,
All the directions were in ruins,
All the whirlpools were rotating,
Concern was taking place
In dictators' meetings,
The blood pressure of
The system started to grow,
Curfew was to be announced,
The heads were standing in the corner
Price, band distinguish
Every wall was eager to get up
Dry leaves fall in
The form of tremors,
In the plotting to change
The sweet smell
Because she wants to save
A little love own sake,
Learning is as self-absorbed as salt,
How unfair it is,
From the vein to the pen
Negates character's certificate
Looking for a new definition
Of sin and virtue
It turns out like that monster
Every tribe that turns away,
Learns the language
Of so called encroachments
Want to try all the feat.
With a woman carrying a laptop,
Wakes up
With all its possibilities,
Charm of hawks,
Temptation of bonds
In friction of changing assumptions
Do not forget your torso
How many centuries,
Then emerges how many new maps
On the table of the world,
A woman has awaken today.
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