EuthanasiaA Poem by moog-drikaThe afternoon was too late to come and stab my back. Let me lower the flare of echo, so that my eyes can stroll around the town, that was lying under the unquiet tomb. © 2019 moog-drikaReviews
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Added on February 7, 2019Last Updated on February 12, 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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