A bitch drags you
to smell the identity of Neanderthal.
How will you define the small human?
Now as I am hurt
I collect my poems from nostalgia.
The olive has the magic. This is not true.
I have to win at any
cost. Will you die for a lie? There
was no afterword after the kill.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: June 7th, 2021 20:13
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
'There
was no afterword after the kill.'
or satisfaction
after the stoning, instead
a new trend sprouted
and a new quest started
for that new target, imbued
with absolution's: mirage gate's...
(thank you for sharing, Guru)
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