Poetic-Verses
AM NOT I TALKING TO DEMONS?
To my commandment's worst morning
A song of reference point
Stuck on knee wholly
My yellow delight.
Sort of turns of laughter
A bribe of thanks
Hoofs and keep no mortars
A pact of bats.
Prevent the days they mourn?
Odor of dance
Grind the partridge to dust
For hell is back
Look; I don't want insults;
Carry your bag
Quickly from where you came
To sender, back.
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AM NOT I TALKING TO DEMONS?
AM NOT I TALKING TO DEMONS?