• theafflatusindian 14w

    Catechism

    Papers flying in the touch of air on the bare lined white surface ...
    Rusty specs respect downs ...So crooned enough
    Perfectly folded ..Jargons of thickness supined
    Swiftly being placed on it ...
    She gets fit in a cushioned mat ..With knee superseded and her chin being placed on the hike
    The windows with the curtain ..a tiny space fr the air to peep in ...A gazy sunlight brushes her cheeks
    A mourning fan tat suspenses its blow ...
    A characteristics grown tat led her flow when she glances at the swollen papers ..
    Red whoozing curvy eyes ...She counts her minutes left fr the day hour conjunction ...
    She freed her from a flying agony ...Gutted and touched her witty pen ...And alas fr it core it embraced her with the way she forgot to forgain .
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