Like for Terra,
the goddess of the earth―
I will leave everything to you.
Hot legs run,
run for the sea of shame,
to wash the holy guilts.
It was a holocaust―
stonewalling to elicit,
the number of dead bodies.
Dark circles under
your eyes. I love them―
for the sake of darkness.
Prepare the swan
song for once, the blasts
were ready to encircle me.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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