Here me
My ass
Red boy exactly right angle
Pre-mature
Fun to amuse
Inside clumsy mail train
Mumbai pant
Strip T-shirt
Simply no one with cap
Only he
Legs flock bamboo
Have no violence
Drunker buddy crossing
The miles
Hand black coal
Blackish his body
Left door blocked
Among baggage and trunk
Down town passed
Bored a group of soldier
Just waterless
Fish
Came to protect us
One of one down
in train
Midnight standing
Shaking as milk
After eyes
A pregnant sleeping
Sits are fall into bed
Baggage as chair
Morning
So far
Dreams are
Too
It had a
Journey.
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