In inner conflict,
wearing snakeskin, to make
a very sacred kill.
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What a sinful dream,
in moonless night, when rain stops.
I will find you then.
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Don't follow the stars.
They will mesmerize you to
love the beautiful lies.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 20th, 2022 21:30
- Category: Nature
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