And when you sleep in
the hurting arms of woes, I
will listen to storms.
My shoulders give you
a vision to go tethered, for
the sake of undoing.
Your chance takes to
half moonlight to dig out, the
old coins of love.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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