Soot was thickening.
The fugitive wants to come back.
This was not my day. A psychoactive.
This was not your day.
The earth needs a pause to think about
life studies. But Buddha sleeps.
A Sylvia Plath takes
turn. You want to bloom anger against
the opioid sleep in sun.
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'The earth needs a pause
to think about life studies.
But Buddha sleeps.
A Sylvia Plath takes turn. You want
to bloom anger against
the opioid sleep in sun.'
pure poetic Genius! in my humble opinion
I read and learn: Guru
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