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Poetry

Putlock of Ruins

There is a putlock of ruins
In the backyard of my success
The ruins that remind me of you
Your palace of incomplete dream
Your wish of solace in crowd
Your want of a different life
There is a putlock of ruins
In the backyard of my success
I fathomed the pain of separation
I cherished this pain to the numbness
Its incense killed me from inside
Its view made me dork
Still I love the putlock of ruins.

By aamerbasher

Aamir Bashir is a Romance fiction writer. He has been writing for a while. Her Choice to Love is his first book.

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