I will accept
the curse
of acquisition.
You wear an epic
on the fingers.
I read a virgin.
My shadow joins
the moon at night.
How tall were you?
Hold my arm
once. In terror
I had kisses an old flame.
Death will be
my only landmark.
My journey ends in your arms.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2017 22:30
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Good effort
nice heavy duty work. deep with meaning! ww
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