20 april 2021
Comic End
The swamp was in
boil. It was raining
again on the open wounds.
The scissors will
play a dirty game. You
divide the river
in right and left.
Enough was the greed
when you follow the bun.
After the surgery, no blood
was left.
I will go.
You would sing in praise
of coolness of water.
It refuses to move.
Escaped the blast, the
sparks. You can sail
in bottomless boat.
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