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Without the vowels, eloquence lost. My poem hung,

Without the vowels, eloquence lost. My poem hung, it's soul in pieces. There it rested, muddling in rhymes, to find, some relief, through words, which hung like him. He lived through it, unlike other thrifts, which he pulled every moment of it's existence. There it is, one poem redeemed. #Boycott_a challenged and nominated by Prayag Bhatnagar #CalmKaziWrites #YQBaba #NaPoWriMo #Poetry #Poem #Vowel #GloPoWriMo
Without the vowels, eloquence lost. My poem hung, it's soul in pieces. There it rested, muddling in rhymes, to find, some relief, through words, which hung like him. He lived through it, unlike other thrifts, which he pulled every moment of it's existence. There it is, one poem redeemed. #Boycott_a challenged and nominated by Prayag Bhatnagar #CalmKaziWrites #YQBaba #NaPoWriMo #Poetry #Poem #Vowel #GloPoWriMo
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