The flame eaters will
follow you. You want to bring
back inquisition.
*
Ashes in hand, and
your pride, you climb in dark.
I would meet satans.
*
The fish smells the man.
What was honesty? Dead pan― he
wants to return to sea.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2022 20:48
- Category: Nature
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