MANUSCRIPTS OF A POET (one Who Emerges From The Shadows)
Monday, April 5, 2010
How I Know Digree In Kundli
THROUGH THE PAIN
Through the pain come,
cross aloft,
rowing behind your voice, I'm not star
no moon you can see. Christ
me
volcano carpet covering my back.
Who will take me in your palm
deserves nothing when it was Leviathan, disguised
circus life.
SANTOAMOR
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