I gargled my pain,
To quench my thirst
Of war with ink.
I filled my pen,
With the quest of dream
To unravel my fancy.
I finished my poem,
With the portrait of a warrior
Who gargled the world
With a pen in hands.
Fill my tummy with platters, While my neighbour's tummy is filled with air. Let me touch the sky, When my knight's rook sank in t...
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