Everlasting―
revelation. As if
a vampire was made up
of stars.
The spooking
tilts. I remake
myself as one of the
last voices.
This street goes
nowhere.You must
search yourself
to find your cessation.
Clock over
clock. Time does not
move without a
murder daily.
The democracy
lives. Somebody
laughs behind
the bars.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 2nd, 2022 19:57
- Category: Nature
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