Pale colored face, inhuman eyes
That reap the throat out, the sharp fangs
The death stares that you give me
That should make me run so keenly
They unmove me
They are not scary
I don't shudder, nor do I cringe away from you
I accept you, no questions asked for being you
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22/08/2017
YOU ARE READING
Disclosure
Poetry"Caressed in a blissful ignorance, In a beautiful feeling I failed to fantom Ruled by flashes of sentiments Submerged in the unknown I've yet to roam." Poems/poetic drafts.
