One senior's travels on the knowledge path to Moksha, using poetry, essays, and stories as a means of transportation.
Thursday, 7 July 2016
Indiscretions
I do not believe your acid tears puddling the floor around my feet. Yet they dissolve me completely, leaving only an emotional husk that will, eventually, blow away in the slipstream of your indiscretions.
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