Don't listen to me.
Do this sin once again.
Ignore the wading moon.
My tentacles search
the shroud of pain. The sea was
very deep in eyes.
In quicksand I was
buried up to neck, the beach
must throw the blue pearls.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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