Turning over your
signature page, holding
your poem in nude.
What else was needed
to commit a sin of god
when you go insane.
The snare was made of
gold, glittering like panther.
You hide under moon!
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: June 20th, 2019 19:59
- Category: Religion
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