Blood - mother, go
to moon and ask for a
spoon of silver.
Am still waiting.
Siege was unstable.
Austerity ends.
I am free now
to dance in skin of night,
shedding my shirt of dirt.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: September 13th, 2016 22:43
- Category: Nature
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