Would you remove
your mask once, and come to
me as you are?
Don't throw the pebbles
to skin my pain. The wound bleeds,
to quote the past.
I ask myself to
be quiet in this moon time.
Saint was turning red.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: February 26th, 2023 19:51
- Category: Nature
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