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Jul 2020
the yellow
falls down onto the sea
old dreamers walk by the woods
in search of home
a slow surrender
a giving in, a pleasure
that numbs too much

in search of me

summon me down to my knees
bringing me
to consume you bit by bit
at the price of your moans
my religion
finally calls me close
Written by
amrutha  21/F/Building galaxies within
(21/F/Building galaxies within)   
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