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Curtain Raiser
In the morning
When the sun was young
Flowers played with its baby rays
Tinkering everywhere their freshness
The cycle of innocence was born again
Spreading it's fragrance & burning incense
Amidst speculating market of loss & gain
A drama was about to begin
In thy celestial sky of heaven & fate
But it was not yet good morning for whores.
When the sun was young
Flowers played with its baby rays
Tinkering everywhere their freshness
The cycle of innocence was born again
Spreading it's fragrance & burning incense
Amidst speculating market of loss & gain
A drama was about to begin
In thy celestial sky of heaven & fate
But it was not yet good morning for whores.
Published 27th Mar 2016
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27th Mar 2016 9:09am
27th Mar 2016 10:20am
Lol, it was not yet good morning for whores!!
Ahaha am left to wonder hoes are still deep in morning glory drills at sunrise.
Good piece
Ahaha am left to wonder hoes are still deep in morning glory drills at sunrise.
Good piece
16th Apr 2020 5:05am
