alcohol induced sleep.tired of that all.which is this part of the country?wild,i realise,but a way out???is there a way out???is this perdition route or the pangs of the route to eternity??? confused... blood and tears...
Glory,indeed thy Grip is made of thorns ...
About Me
- roshan menon
- I travelled the length of the mighty ghats, I talked to the winds, I rested on the rarer pastures, I washed my face in the chilly waters time and again, and I asked the first kid I saw, my name. He looked at me mysteriously, while I watched my reflection in his eyes. He told me that I have wings, and they have a span.
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