Pariah. Are you ready to take
revenge? You send credible hits.
Doing Violence to roses. Don't
remove the thorns. The moon bleeds .
Bare-foot I walk towards the
god, without the temple. You bring bricks,
O my angel your wings look
dirty. The stings will stop you eating dust.
You will not fly now. Sky was
turning red. Sun was shaking head.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: November 5th, 2021 20:20
- Category: Nature
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