Every Moon Sets -06: The Burnt Wing
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Subhas Chandra Chakra
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Your black flames
Like the venom of
A hypnotizing eye started
Emanating from the
Dark nipples of faithlessness.
And like a sweet deceit-
Burnt the wings of
A midnight moth
Venturing into
The never retreating sky
Of shameless desires.
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