I miss the way you observe me reading,
Your attention shifting from the words on the page
To the subtle details of my being,
I remember you noticing the green nail polish
adorning my toes and -
the delicate silver ring encircles
the second toe of my right foot,
Each glance, a silent poem of your affection.

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I don't know how obsessed I'm with your absence rather than the presence ever could.

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Eden of love

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She was weird, wise and wild
Unfurling her life
petal by petal
And, he was the only one
who Perceived all the
arcane characteristics
hidden beyond her wild soul
and intoxicating heart. — % &

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You're the beauty of my existence. — % &

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......... And I may say my last words to the final pilgrimage - "11 more minutes and 11 seconds please…!"

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......... And I may say my last words to the final pilgrimage - "11 more minutes and 11 seconds please…!"

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Life is older sometimes, like the pages of an old diary. It is like facing different emotions at a time, at first I would be smiling, then I cry, I criticize, I hurt others, I care, I miss, I love and I fight, and so on. I may be happy, I may be fine or I may be scared, hurt, and sinned. It is difficult to control me, my soul, and my inner feelings. I used to love myself very much at night rather than during daylight. It is easy to handle myself in the dark because   I am wild, imperfect, and chaotic.— % &

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I wish i could be
your breath
rather than your
shadow
which leaves
you alone in the
darkness.

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Your touch is a poem
Written in the wilderness of my curves
With lustful blood that warms your nerves
Never did i taste sin,
but only heavenly pleasures often
it stitches up the broken hands of serenity
and opens up to the fullest pace of ecstasy.

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