In the temples we built in our parallel hearts
Furthest away in two inverse Universes
With zillions of blackholes and white-holes
With no wormholes or radiant light rays,
On the altars, reside our muted tenderness (2020)
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 9:10 PM UTC
In the temples we built in our parallel hearts
Furthest away in two inverse Universes
With zillions of blackholes and white-holes
With no wormholes or radiant light rays,
On the altars, reside our muted tenderness (2020)
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