If tomorrow I were to bid farewellTo life, of what wispy song would the lipsOf history sing of me? Of what song? Will I be the shadow night loathes to cast?Will I be the truth unworthy of praise?Will I be the fetid stench flies abhor? Will I be a paragon to others?Will I be theContinue reading “IF TOMORROW I WERE TO BID FAREWELL”
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EMPTY ENDINGS
ємρту єи∂ιиgѕLast night we consummated our ignoranceBlending our sins with burnt emotionsI loved the way he ran his fingers through my soul –Sent spasms through my veinsHe left his poetry on the layers of my skinLast night we let our bodiesDance with ecstatic pleasures,Filled our souls with fruits of deathThen left our hearts empty inContinue reading “EMPTY ENDINGS”
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