A pigeon
flutters, in my frail-
chest, ready to fly away.
The train does
not stop here. Why
do I keep standing?
A man dies in
a blizzard. You
need to pay for it?
What was the
hallucination? I
was living for a lie?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 9th, 2018 20:13
- Category: Nature
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