Today I drew a bloodline
on my beige color to seduce the
angry, super pink moon.
Your copper hands don't
help me to sleep. It is an eerie love land.
Here the holy people tear earth's womb.
I am very restless. Cannot
concentrate on you. O my god, I am
collecting years to become sage.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2021 19:34
- Category: Nature
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