Crimson colour shined in his eyes,
Tip tap, the voices he heard.
And in no time the knife fell from the right hand.
And in no time the pulse escaped from the left hand.
-Thoughts
Mehar Bawa
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:42 AM UTC
Crimson colour shined in his eyes,
Tip tap, the voices he heard.
And in no time the knife fell from the right hand.
And in no time the pulse escaped from the left hand.
-Thoughts
Mehar Bawa
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