Snow and Sparks. Methane
burns. I will scramble for the
moon in dark woods.
The desires leave
the scars in dreams. I walk in
sleep to touch you.
Where the world was
going? You dismember the
frog's limbs. No rapes.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2023 20:26
- Category: Nature
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