The flame springs to
burn my hand. Blood drips drop
by drop from a hole.
I am signing red.
Inertia sits in the veins.
Do not know any god.
End and beginning
have become one. I will
calculate sins.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 15th, 2023 20:13
- Category: Nature
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