Gradually It Grows. - Poem by Sykolodyne Syko
She planted something in me
n gradually it grows....It flows
Like the moon...it glows
In perspective of grenade...it blows
Never mind this mind of mine.
never doubt this eyes; is blind
But it sees; it bleeds.......it fEEds
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