In my weakness to
live to the edge of no return,
tears will make a shrine.
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Uncensored my
poem will speak for the restrain of
underscored facts.
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Punctuations give
you pause, before you enter
the tender skin.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 17th, 2022 19:49
- Category: Nature
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