Poems by Kriapur # The Party Of The Nights
The Party Of The Nights from the land of 24, I went up the stairs –up to the sky, carving up the corpses in the silence of the moon pus river flows. no clouds, nor rainbows. silent graves drowns. my soul in pain in the valley of the sky. ghost drags corpses. purple winds snorted … Continue reading Poems by Kriapur # The Party Of The Nights
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