tiapakhi's times
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
upset mind never gives refreshing thoughts
I hate the feeling,
getting wet under my skin.
The blood flowing in my nerves,
the warmth I thrive for.
I am no more a satin bird,
I don’t build my blue abode.
I cannot apologize,
if I am rude to certain disguise
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