Innocent InequityA Poem by moog-drika#wewantjustice
His assuasive touch,
brought a scarlet splash out of trinket and then, mishap served, those freshly cooked foods lying down on the busy skin of street. Sun, rose to spill its howling light to bother her in supper-time but failed.
Sun, had been gorgeously liquidated to set, or had been adored with tear-shell to darken atrocities, -to brighten atrocities. The head of wheels, an absolute innocent graces the innocence of throne. Throne, the most unerring being had her grotesque meal with satisfaction, because those foods weren't meant to be kept as leftovers.
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8 Reviews Added on August 5, 2018 Last Updated on September 20, 2018 Authormoog-drikaAboutHey this is Mugdha, a thought poker, a life giver of words. I'm mostly into dark poetry and have a great appetite for reviving inanimate souls. I think they love me for this gesture but that's my pa.. more..Writing
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