Whoso stills the
thunder, it was difficult
for you to lift yourself.
A failed past was-
asking for a date
with destiny.
What your gut bacteria
would say, when
it is raining hot kisses?
I extricate myself
from the shelled house
of pride against the risk.
Should I prepare myself
for the worst? Midnight
syndrome will attract the moths?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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