Thursday, August 20

Move




Moved by my thoughts.
Nude by birth.
I got the darkest skin.
And blood as clear as a glass of wine.
Thicker than paraffin.
Blow up my skull.
And as I unlocked the infamous truth.
I found a mystery that am a lie.
Unsolved and unleashed sort of musing.

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