A breeze of hate feels like a life flowing in,
In lost strands of hair, I feel I’m finally growing in,
Heal of touch never in me witnessed,
A prophet’s words feels like finally glowing in.
Promiscuous choices, I no longer crave in
The world brinks on tatters..my hut’s shaping in,
Another night-another tale,
Of a world standing amidst ruins of hate,
I will survive..the world around seems caving in.
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