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by Mihir Deshmukh Oct 6, 2014
Sadness, depression /
She Was Deaf
I thought she was deaf ,
to not hear my heart's cry.
Would follow her every step,
for her I was ready to die.
Yes she was that beautiful,
beauty worth killing for.
And everyone fought for a handful,
over her there were wars.
And she.shocked and scared,
the scars of wars,she had to bare.
Crying,dying shackled in those chains,
she was shouting, but there was no one to feel her pains.
In this prison is she supposed to live and die??
Yet she was deaf,deafened by her own heart's cry.
by Mihir Deshmukh
by Dancing Rivers
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