A vinyl god
hardens. Forsakes affinity.
I take a dip in tears.
Rains freeze in
my turbulent eyes. The mist
makes you disappear.
Yes no meanings,
you will find in the verses.
Blood drips from the pen.
A flock of startings
sits in wait for―
the sun to rise.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 27th, 2019 19:10
- Category: Nature
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