My poetry

I am the rival light of late evening.
Inevitably to be left out
The light is full of anxiety in the game
Inverted speed of addictive madness,
I came back to the light of cricket's light.
The light gloves on the face
A sudden boom of your home
Waiting Pixel Appearance,
Your red color is dear to me and red.

Source

The difference is only in roses and blood
So violin tunes and unexpected tunes,
It's a long way to stop from everything.

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