Bangle: Miles of travel in the hamlets of living,
Whales of marvel in the oceans of being,
there lived a crave for me to land on a hand.
Criminal: Trials of mingle in the prisons of hating,
Ordeals of trouble in the seasons of brooding,
there lived a grave for me to land on sand.
Bangle: Surreals of tinkle were the fanfare I maze,
Criminal: Travails of dangle were the nightmare I face.
Bangle: I am gifted and cuddled by a gal,
In vain, I am twisted and robbed by a criminal,
Criminal: I am bankrupted and ditched by a pal,
No brain, I seized the diamond bangle & killed a gal.
Bangle: I am thrown in hamlet at the gross of loneliness.
Criminal: I am blown in torment at the loss of lifelessness.
Bangle: I shall wait for a hand to escort me.
Criminal: I shall date for a band to escort death to me.
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