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Handmade8 march 2024
When You Had Left
I could not mediate.
God died in my home. Osho
was talking brazenly?
What you are, I
ask myself. The sleeping
moon knows my falls.
Who unmade the
beautiful dream of a
stricken angel's rise?
8 march 2024
I could not mediate.
God died in my home. Osho
was talking brazenly?
What you are, I
ask myself. The sleeping
moon knows my falls.
Who unmade the
beautiful dream of a
stricken angel's rise?