The morning\\\'s

Anutap

You take me back in time
A millennium, feels so at least
In a world of iffs and butts
Retracting the path that's unreal
The twists and turns imaginary
Mixing characters, old and new
On a path, so volatile
Into the turns, i spin
The head so raw every morning
Guilty of pleasures partaken
  • Author: Anutap Rangopajivi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 3rd, 2022 00:02
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 23


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