You play bloody words
I am discovering myself
after you left.
A serpentine
history of love and hate,
hurting ourselves.
Want to see a blind.
Who will not ask my religion
my color and my creed.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: June 17th, 2023 21:40
- Category: Nature
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