Wanton-Cravings
Thursday, 22 June 2023
Bangle dust and shards, and I refused to breathe easy
The glitter could be golden, but the price would kill
I set myself straight, walked through the road going uphill
Where once hatred roamed, where life was arid
The gentlest oasis was a Mirage, time was a slow passer by
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