Allusive PainA Poem by Satish VermaAllusive Pain
Blood has one color.
No face. Was always virgin. Has no other name. * I cannot find any nativity of violence in breaking novice heart. * You in disarray, will not find the path of death's spin. Truth will pay. © 2023 Satish Verma |
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Added on January 30, 2023 Last Updated on January 30, 2023 |

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