Almost Natural

Pinnacle of solitude, lay untouched by 
fuming sun, eyes echoing lies, which 
passed the contempt lips, heart beating
in silence, questioning the ineptitude
to revolt at attitude of accepting “Almost”

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About lucrativelife

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