Issueless

satishverma

It was for a bridge:
water issue,
without a river.

We were fighting
for the tongues
on a wordless journey.

The unlucky sex
was on fire
after the explosion.

Hands off the
mouth. Life was
eating death.

The bells will
not ring today.
God was dead.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 26th, 2015 22:20
  • Category: Unclassified
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