Will go sepia, if
you are black. No shipwreck was
visible after.
Let colosseum
break in, under the glass ceiling.
Come September.
The end dance begins.
There was no cracks in the
moon, lips waiting.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: January 22nd, 2023 20:27
- Category: Nature
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