Treasure Island

Vishal Sharma

(10th july 1996/Samastipur (Bihar) / India)

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Survival through the water of death eaten worms
is rather impossible glad to tell me this to you
being nurtured by the heart of humans cry path
just ugly glimpse after having the blood bath
i use towel to dry myself in the middle chamber of my spine
the colatral damage done to the has malancholy strain
the period of death provided to you rather be used
tattooed hands and chest and pains full of orgasm
provide the one sole reason to walk away in the dark
with hands bent lie there a three feet fear
mighter than the mighty ribbon knoting the life
every second life goes on thinking just one thing
what is going to happen next and next and next.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013
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