Crippled at marathon run
Silent hooters
Well mannered looters
Sharp edge of a circle
Rain so dry Floor so high
Day with starsPrison without bars
Cacophony so melodious
Rest so tediousThoughts inside the box
Story without crux
Calm as cyclone
Party alone
Drugs for plane
Short necked crane
Rubbing a beggar
Hugging a death
Flute without any holes
Actor never with roles
Clear murmur
A pleasing torture
Humble,caring slayer
Isn't that me
Traveling in my neurological layer.
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isnt that me ..traveling in my neurological layer :)
It's me :D Or maybe versions :P
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