Dog barks
Drunk dribbles the road
Dorothy, the hookers
Fucked rough backs home
Light blinks on the tower
Air raid alert whistling for safe bunker
To back as last shelter
And my dream darks with boom the sound
Legend blown with blistering paraphilia
And tell you the truth
Dream got that moment of extinction
pranab k c
25/11/2024
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