Where will you go?
I am not accepting
myself in a windowless
vault.
The luxury of
kinship takes a toll.
Will it make a
difference, if you don't
fill in the missing words
in the message unwritten?
It works to kill
yourself for the sake
of dying light,
before the blood moon rises.
There was nothing
left to say.
- Author: satishverma ( Offline)
- Published: October 18th, 2023 19:57
- Category: Nature
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