Wow !Enjoyed reading your poem.
Great opening-
Your truth always happened at wrong time
You were guilty of telling lies to death
nice imagery:
*jumping up and down in a stinky swamp,
one day you were caught behind the epigram
encysted in perversity
* Some of the days
burned like dry wood-J Nair
Great opening-
Your truth always happened at wrong time
You were guilty of telling lies to death
nice imagery:
*jumping up and down in a stinky swamp,
one day you were caught behind the epigram
encysted in perversity
* Some of the days
burned like dry wood-J Nair
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