LipstickA Poem by moog-drikaA collapse has
parked itself on the sky. Can it hold up? Weak essence, yet
it feels so manly. Inequality holds all the fame. © 2019 moog-drikaReviews
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8 Reviews Added on January 5, 2019 Last Updated on February 7, 2019 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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