It was scary to
listen to the sounds of
your glossy tresses.
To taste flavours
of your lips in return
for bleeds of poems.
The panther. He goes
a kill a day. Will change
legitimately?
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: June 6th, 2023 20:22
- Category: Nature
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