Tatters Of Flesh Poem by Naveed Akram

Tatters Of Flesh



Your wound sir is puzzling and uglier than most,
Such pity is to be that I forsake comfortable surroundings;
The better you understand,
the more is your income afterwards,
Or this is a joke?

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Naveed Akram

Naveed Akram

London, England
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