cyriac maliakkal

The man who melted the sound 
of making the towers of pain.
The woman she had homed into
the heart of one;.
She was quite warm,but had no 
beauty of any treasures.
She elbowed a beauty of
Then she melted the sound of
making the tower of pleasures .
The man came but did not homed
into the home to her.
She became wept.
The man he had became freed.
  • Author: cyriac maliakkal (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 13th, 2023 01:50
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