By
Pratyay Chakraborty in
Poetry |
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The brutes had had their jobs done,Gleam of satisfaction on their faces,Shirts came down, and pants went up,2 or 3 buttons out of buttonholes,And low waist ripped jeans.The branded dirty underwear peeped out,To see what it contained, could do,To see how brutal the roguery wasAnd there she laid expos Read More...
Published on Apr 4,2020 02:39 AM
By
Pratyay Chakraborty in
Romance |
Reads: 421 |
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Once upon a time, there was a kid, with bouquets on sale. Every Sunday, he'd attend church proceedings and dress up real good, for he was an altar boy, assisting priests who would serve God.
And then, he would get back to work with her young widowed mother at the traffic signal near the Basilica of Read More...
Published on Apr 4,2020 02:32 AM
The truth is, mankind has been cursed with a mind. The mind is the monster that doesn't let you sleep. The mind is the monster that pulls you down every time you try to rise. Look at the mirror. You have never seen such lifeless eyes. Eyes full of lies and shame and guilt and all the nasty things in Read More...
Published on Apr 4,2020 02:30 AM
