kanav justa

Veteran Poet - 1,531 Points (Shimla)

Living Fake

Of the deepest sorrow
Of every dollar that I borrowed
To the stars I take a vow
But but let me ask you now
What's wrong with an old shirt
and a bed sheet with some dirt.
Or a pillow that is elsewhere from its place
Or a filthy dry face
Scent of a socks that is old

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