Dec 2018
Mornings full of jugs
circling the eye like falcons
Afternoons full of sheets
Curdling the static like darks
Evenings full of smokes
Blurring the veins like purples
circling the eye like falcons
Afternoons full of sheets
Curdling the static like darks
Evenings full of smokes
Blurring the veins like purples
(25/F/Hyderabad)
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