
I am trapped
inside that pretty picture
The light in the candles
reflects on the deceit
and the heat
sears my soul.
they worship and garland
and sing paeans to me.
Continue reading at Reinventions by Reena

I am trapped
inside that pretty picture
The light in the candles
reflects on the deceit
and the heat
sears my soul.
they worship and garland
and sing paeans to me.
Continue reading at Reinventions by Reena
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