As I come, for molarity
without molars.
No grinding was left
in the millstones.
The family
accumulates. My distorted shape
will not accept
the broken ankle.
Paraplegic, you run
faster than meteriorite.
The boom was heard
beyond cacophony.
It had come from
the blue. The burning anchor
of desire, without
the damp eyes.
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Author:
satishverma (
Offline) - Published: December 16th, 2017 19:35
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
molarity without molars, good wordplay. enjoyed this
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