Habit Poem by Ludovik Celaj

Habit



A lover of hard games
after its habit surprise
is like a sick ongoing
within the blood flowing
that keep us all alive
to the end of derive.

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Ludovik Celaj

Ludovik Celaj

Hot-M.E Madhe/Shkoder, Albania
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