Authentically
open your palm for me to
print my signature.
*
You look straight
through me to find a mirror
reflecting moon.
*
The thoughts don't
die, playing a game with
a second suicide.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2022 19:09
- Category: Nature
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