Glance to your either sides, they said.
They asked you to be polite.
As they tossed scissors in the air,
while they lived in a deny;
Oh irony!
(Breakdance to my tambourine)
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Misfits et al.
Poetry[An Experimental Attempt] A book of poetry that doesn't always rhyme; towards yet another attempt to dwell into realities, emotions and dreams-trying to scratch away layers without tearing them up. Thank you for checking them out.
