A frosty look when
moon floats in a cup.
I was uneasy.
Rose was rose.
Thorns want to tear it up.
Blood was mine.
After moon it
will be dark. I walk back
to find a candle.
Satish Verma
moon floats in a cup.
I was uneasy.
Rose was rose.
Thorns want to tear it up.
Blood was mine.
After moon it
will be dark. I walk back
to find a candle.
Satish Verma
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