Plasma Of A Spheroid by Aditya Roy

Jul 2019

The boy with the soulless eyes
Never dies
Even if he tries
Finding fresh air
In a blue cambric
Made by nuns in their tunics
Is a fickle thing
You're the soul of the occult, they said giggling

Written by

Aditya Roy 27/M/New Delhi, India

(27/M/New Delhi, India)

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