4 december 2019
For The Skin And Eyes
Not confessional.
Without reading the body
there was no room.
My fever rises
in limbs.
Giving me a double vision.
This was not my age.
Out of place, I
call for limestone.
The sea and
moon will make a castle
on the waves.
Whom do you call
careless? I was writing
the verse on blood paper.
15 december 2019
bielebny
15 december 2019
wiesiek
15 december 2019
hossa
15 december 2019
martini
15 december 2019
brutonbend
15 december 2019
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14 december 2019
bielebny
14 december 2019
wiesiek
14 december 2019
brutonbend
14 december 2019
Satish Verma