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Scarlet Massacre
Hand me to the laid graves, lie beside me till I reach to the closure, throw behind the leftovers of the moments, the wondered melodies...
Warmth
Moonlight walk, slow steps, the sands falling beneath your feet, but the thought in your mind keeps on going steep, life had taken a...
The Origin
You reach to that ocean full of pearls and the depth, try to reach up and catch a breath, the surface is full of air and the one you...
A poetry blog, for the not so poet in you
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