That was a pioneer,
lunatic moon,
and me an unwilling partner.
The panther leaps again.
I suffer from
stab to stab.
The giver, sucks,
in genocide.Adoration
becomes a scourge.
One malingerer
leads to another.
The healer was very sick.
My master was a fake
The book was empty
and the print was gone.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: August 27th, 2017 22:43
- Category: Nature
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