A Cup of Euphoria !!
Death is the last euphoria,
in crust of disguised senses-
you may call it a way
to express the ray's of kisses,
disguised in layers of skin.
But I won't.
Its not those girls in tiara's.
She sells no happiness.
She is the mother curve of home.
Homeliness in sores,
of lost emotions. A lost generation.
Greet them with love.
Start, with a cup, a tea cup.
A cup of love for all.
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