June 16, 2025

Corrupted.(Cyrch A Chwta poem)

We ate the porridge from the same bowl
Drinking rum from same Winchester
by boozers of restless elf
affinity transmogrified into addiction 
extinguishing some productive routines,
corrupted by bespectacled mole
or frankly speaking bad association 
that can never erase the stigma.


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