How far you will go―
with me,
in purple night.
Life will betray.
Death was honest.
Gods cheat.
Once perishable,
and obsolete.
You were chewing the same words.
Can I borrow
the sun from you for a while?
My moon was under a spell,
I will wear your smile.
Desire like toothache
was rising, tearing me apart.
I will drink only the potion
from your hands.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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