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starting now, our parallel paths meet next not on wretched earth but at the end of time in the ocean of milk where silly schedules or errands need no heeding this will be another four billion years! shedding tears of blood i weave a garland of skulls each skull sadly yours... as your sculpted body bound by endless karma makes its way to the funeral pyres before starting another soulless existence in the soul filled “smashaans” where all lives end, is where mine begins..... as i wait there with a bowl in hand, wearing only the sky as my garment, adorned with a garland of skulls, begging for nothing except your soul © 2020
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May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
in the ocean of milk
starting now, our parallel paths meet next not on wretched earth but at the end of time in the ocean of milk where silly schedules or errands need no heeding this will be another four billion years! shedding tears of blood i weave a garland of skulls each skull sadly yours... as your sculpted body bound by endless karma makes its way to the funeral pyres before starting another soulless existence in the soul filled “smashaans” where all lives end, is where mine begins..... as i wait there with a bowl in hand, wearing only the sky as my garment, adorned with a garland of skulls, begging for nothing except your soul © 2020
Smashaans: large cremation grounds where numerous bodies are burnt after death
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56/M/NYC
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 2:11 PM UTC
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