reminds me the taste of alchohol
the mist of the lasting brothel
in the middle of my journey
being the master of misery
when i gulp down
the holy water
all i see is my thirst to cater
alas! what should i say
i never could repay.
reminds me the taste of alchohol
the mist of the lasting brothel
in the middle of my journey
being the master of misery
when i gulp down
the holy water
all i see is my thirst to cater
alas! what should i say
i never could repay.
You are not an attempted-poet. You are a poet, and your words amaze me.
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Thank You so very much Karen 🙂
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