I thought of completing this poem but i never will!
Last Poem. But wasn't able to Refrain from publishing it.
I'm on my way to better days!
No pessimistic poems now onwards .
Frame a disengaged place
none to worry you,none to worry about
every drop of rotgut will please.
Penthos will be summoned,
You can ask to clarify,
His comeuppance will be decided.
We can build a city of our own.
Other's yearning to enter
We won't allow twinge seekers.
We'll buil a city of our own
City that never sleeps,
A place that never blubbers.
I'll never walk back the boulivard to home,
Home is nothing but an illusion of joy.
Let's collectively burn our dreams.
Let's plant new seeds.
New dreams to live,
No mistakes repeated.
We'll live a life again,
New battles to fight again.
And this all will take place,
In the City that never sleeps,
A place that never blubbers.
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