-These ideas are the Lankesh you wanted to kill but alas! You never will.
And then it happened all over again. Turned around, Everything Same. Those clothes those shawls Black, swollen, hairy bellies. Muddy feet, broken soles. The relaxo chappal worn out whites and blues. She just walked by. Heart, heavy as remorse. Still not backing down this time. Neon bras, Silver stars, Starry panties, Borrowed happiness, No guarantee.…
It's all done. Take care now.