It sets me off
when you bring up
afterlife.
With upturned
snout, the asp, enters
the hole.
Emptiness
fills the gaps. Somewhere
words join. Become a sentence.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: July 26th, 2017 22:38
- Category: Nature
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