Hangdog
the springs of doubt pants aloud in my forgotten itches causing every moist skins weeps for miscreant fames scenes the scorching pain has founds Einstein tools taking merry for bitter funeral in a cluster thought of thought bubbling up amidst saving cage of freedom weak cells saves no room to wisdom one time it stops another times it rains clearing all tracts as we walk the life paths. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read next post Previous post Photo credit : pexel