Your coins don't
make noises. Absolutely
shocking in damp air.
Love in pieces. My
skin burns, without flames
when you kiss the thorns.
Worst was not enough
I want to drink hemlock
to turn my neck blue.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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