I am selling my age.
Going stone in market. Honestly
I have exhausted my thoughts.
Midnight syndrome begins.
The salt of my lips had disappeared.
A cruciform face hangs in the air
IS this inertia of the brain?
I am conscious of the yellow moon.
Howling of the wolves will start.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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