Written on 27th April, 2014. Inspired by Porcupine Tree.
Falling AsleepThe fire behind my eyes turned blood red when caressed by the gentle love of the god of light. I heard the sound of trains play me out and lonely mothers called out to me from their graves.
Poetry by Sharanya Venkataraman
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Written on 2015-08-25 at 13:22
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