What am I to a cockroach?/Or what is a roach to me?
Category: Arts & Entertainment
This is the time when the sun/Descends below the horizon—the ground/Is cool, dry, hearty and beautiful with/Thick golden hairs—of all distant things
My heart hates my soul./My mind hates my spirit./I’m corrupted.
As I stare at the sky I am lost/Though my thoughts are gifted/Hole in my heart/Empty void
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