The Bones of DeathA Poem by moog-drika
Breath began to get corroded
drilling its nightmare into sunrise. The spine rumbled while letting thunderbolt roll the typhoon. It stood strong itself with a fractured heart. Hope was still throbbing, yet bleeding.
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10 Reviews Added on November 28, 2018 Last Updated on November 28, 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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