In unconscious you,
it was defeat of reason,
I am trying to define life.
A bodyless thought
gives birth to misconceptions
I count your fingers daily.
Why did you show
me your hand wearing a
mash to hide the kill.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 30th, 2024 19:13
- Category: Nature
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