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Not settled anytime between a beast, an angel and the man:

Why do I give you the bliss― of my poverty?

This was not a witch or witchcraft, striking This was not a witch or witchcraft, striking

Nestling in the arms of blue sky, a young moon was asking

An amniotic fluid initiates the moon to the thunderstorm―

For the beasts and men, a transition will not work.

Not giving or taking. I will share you―

Unfazed you stand in― a drizzle, to locate the

The words had started to fail me. There was always an ‘if'―

The hunger was scouring each house― in utopia―