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  • i hold the keys

    this is a poem i wrote, please no one copy it, im going to put it with my YA novel that im writing, so please comment and tell me if ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
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These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world.
— Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah