The sliced rainbow across the burnt skies
Inexpensive bone china, the poetry of a stale coffee
Your glass, drenched in my rains
The monochrome city streets arrested...
A midnight dream, napalm wrapped, forgotten in
The jihad of a crimsoned Quran.....
Inexpensive bone china, the poetry of a stale coffee
Your glass, drenched in my rains
The monochrome city streets arrested...
A midnight dream, napalm wrapped, forgotten in
The jihad of a crimsoned Quran.....
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