Even the tree enters its shade.
It was very hot this
summer, while walking in moon.
*
Sleeping under the cacti
and talking to God. Do you
know the ecstasy of pricks?
*
This was my total wealth,
the verses. I cannot spend on you,
Oh my god, what an idea?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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