Behind BarsA Poem by moog-drika. Death boozed afterlife, too slowly. Turning up the volume, it relished the scream of Vices. They were detained for yielding ruins. By the time Death had a hangover, the Vices had strained off their existence, performed their ablution with the lightest second of oblivion. The refiner’s work was done, making its lip grin again. © 2020 moog-drikaFeatured Review
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21 Reviews Added on June 3, 2020 Last Updated on June 13, 2020 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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