Sun Anand Uncategorized November 13, 2017 1 Minute It burns, My skin, my temples, These violent tempests within, Love always takes a celestial suffering, But then you churn my insides, My golden arms stretch, Your skin, your temples, Clothing them, It glows! Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published by Anand An absurdist trying to defeat negativities in life by resorting to insane acts of positivity. View all posts by Anand Published November 13, 2017
chimes of a forgotten melody 
Lovely.Anna :o]
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