vinaigrette on the salad
the sky had picked up blue
though while sky meanders towards dawn
my window could tint grey
or black with the floor crimson
often hope
i don't take the ride back home
sleep on the chairs
atleast only the words are sharp
Has it rained on the gardens yet? Has the sky shed its tears out of yearnings for change Have the reins on fury been pulled Has the sin been...
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