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Killing
Love sweet vintage wines,
cross meadows of purple
seeds, vagabonds through
roaming waves, touch the
sky in act of sin, divine sunrays
indulging minds, sexual whims
with ruling thoughts. Killing love,
rising lonely days, rising nothing
but limit of our desires, drowning
fantasies in vivid thoughts. Live to
live another day, on the edge
of broken dreams.
poem
by
Elenushka Toledo
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