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by prasanna Mar 19, 2021 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
slip my heart peace, i beg of you – draw the karman line between us, so i know where the threshold exists, and to never cross it – tell me the limit exist, reciprocal or not, i’ll reciprocate, always. (pathetic, i know) it’s a certain kind of sickness.
by Larry Chamberlin
by Everlasting
by Em