Saturday, 10 July 2021

Humourless antiquity 

Deep as an arrow, wounded by thy words of bitter resentment, cut in throes of ecstasy, same toxicity,                  hurt on the right, trip on the left, how long can one hide the pearl crusted forgetfulness, til thou’ heart breaks, retention holding fast to the tears welling, inexorable felling.


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