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Jun 18
light years distanced us
or so i speculated

the boat of life
steered by the sails of time
thru the tempest of kismet
brings me closer to home

just around the corner
a temple bell rings,
a muscular silhouette
riding a black buffalo mockingly smiles,
i hear his apocalyptic words:
Iā€™m here

Ā© 2019
Yama: god of death
Written by
Rama Krsna  50/M/NYC
(50/M/NYC)   
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     Santita and Nylee
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