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These feet
I love
has crushed by weed,
fed in debris,
strided in time and archeology,
showered by waters in the oceans,
upon the streams,
walked upon earth
like blade ploughed gently in field,
upon the wind
like blown away missiles,
strolled upon heart
with longing , hurt , bruise and everything else
and with millions of secrets
dissolved into one
like dust particle
thrown away into sky.
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