II, by Sumit Singh
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for the moon oh bright so white and those wolves who howl all night the call of death whispers in her sense taking the toll of dead in numbers showing human kind its bloody presence |
| Posted: 2005-10-06 10:01:59 UTC |
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| 2006-06-29 04:48:24 | User |
| Your words are deep in meaning..but why the title of your poems..??? Wouldn't it be better in words..??? | |