You pretend― there
was no god. I want to
see your eyes color.
Like lovers, two stars
collide in midnight dark.
Miranda was the lead.
What was the politics
of legs. They always take
you to salt lakes.
No self-loathing,
watering, the leaves. Roses
will not shed the thorns.
My vision will
see through your mask. You
are going to jump on flame.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 27th, 2024 21:18
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
As always enigmatic and mind twisting words that one may place their own wisdom in. Nicely done
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