When you touch the
moon, my body sings. On the skeleton
of the ficus leaf I will draw your face.
The horror comes home
not Homo sapiens. De novo at delta
I will catch homophobia.
How long was the age
of a tyrant? Something slips from my hand.
What was the message of blood?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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