Body was culture
at blue heights. Frozen
till my candle lights.
I fumble in dark
to remain human. No one
would be godfather.
Give back my pain.
Unwrap my bones. The blood
should be drying up.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 18th, 2023 22:20
- Category: Nature
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