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Lust or Gravity?
I thought gravity is the real gangster,
It's nothing Until I met you.
I fall to pieces when I'm with you,
Where I Cut into pieces.
Pieces to Crumble.
Crumble to melt.
Melt to garpes all of your shades.
Shades to chew your emotions.
Emotions are danger and glamorous that it can open all your needs.
needs are so dark, darker than your black lipstick.
And your lipsticks are ...
Wednesday 20th January 2021 3:23 pm
Super Girl
I was one of your cold nights earlier. But today I am full eclipse.
I am raw sand for you. But if you come to me, you will slip into it like I am your worst mire.
But I am very calm like the sea.
And I can also drown you in my dark depths or I can give you an edge.
Even I am not a burnt skin for you, I am a fire.
And if you near to my body, you will become one of my ashes.
Today I'm ...
Wednesday 20th January 2021 3:18 pm
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