Until

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Until

This pen stops at every end of the line, 

Until it gets started again, maniacal and fine.

The ball rolls the ink to the paper,

And the paper soaks it just like a parent's pamper.

This full stops, I make never mind,

Get vanished over the time and unwind.

This poem never ends of life,

Until you don't tear it with deaths knife.

-ADS©


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