Dhuva
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Corruption
Wiping my nose on your shirt
You look constipated as the gooey liquid sticks to your sleeves,
And then you smile
You look so camel (wise and old) as you smile.
This is how we were,
Before love corrupted us.
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