Bheja fry
Rhythm.
Blood pounded
Into pulp
In your veins
Lose it with
One Step
One twist
One shake
Fluid motion
The blurred brain
The drunk’s laugh
The couple’s embrace
May we suggest?
Forgetfulness,
Lobotomy,
Or pleading guilty
Blood pounded
Into pulp
In your veins
Lose it with
One Step
One twist
One shake
Fluid motion
The blurred brain
The drunk’s laugh
The couple’s embrace
May we suggest?
Forgetfulness,
Lobotomy,
Or pleading guilty
posted by Smita at 7:49 AM
1 Comments:
Ma bheja seriously fried reading this poem....
Lemme read it once again to se if Im able understand it or not :)
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