Point-blank you
kill the pigeons in cold
blood. Death stalks.
In broad daylight
I watch the green blood
of white bread.
The soul will not
listen the song of life.
Hope, do not go!
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: June 24th, 2016 23:01
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Deep, I just threw some bread out for the birds it's night time, am I wrong?
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