If I were a book
I'll be the flowers of evil
If you were a bouquet
You'll be the flowers of evil.
You read.
And just like that
I realised ,
I was an outstanding
Therapy based on
Pain, sorrow and pleasure.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryGod is dead, - said Nietzsche. In a land of desolation and ghosts You were an angel. Like every other creature, you've been wasted. Wicked little thing.
