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The Mole. A Poem by Ananya S Guha
I hate to say it but the mole on my nose is only an architecture of disdain pure contempt for Grecian looks and ultra violets have broken into unmusical songs, I have a hand for blasphemy for those in exile ( in oblivion) but the mole gives intrepid warmth to a less than humane heart a he