June 9th
June
June, you are a Judas to me
You have dead beaten me in this month
You have worn out me in this month
I . . . . .
prathap
Give me silence, water, hope . give me struggle, iron, and fiery mountains. They may embrace me like spears . . Come to my veins, come to my mouth . . Speak through my words . . speak through my blood . . .
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