Last night tale

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Last night tale

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We stood at a distance of five feet
with our burning souls visible right through the drunk eyes,
Ashes of regret safely kept on the tray
as we gently smoked out the last cigarette of prolonged guilt,
We've condemned the swans and accepted ourselves as swindlers,
The love in us has ended
and care smeared away,
The devil is licking our balls
as we shoe away the masked angels,
We are the kids of a lousy God
who chose not to fight battles.
We stood at a distance of five feet,
Grinning at each other with hearts that have forgiven the betrayals and the lies,
We are just reflections of each other
and to take the light from you
is to fall in the dark all along,
We laugh at our fights, the unending dramas of youth; a mere waste of time;
There is a shiver in your voice
some trouble in my tongue,
And I say to you
"Welcome to hell my slut."
And we cry as we laugh,
but to be here together is good
since,
Men in heaven judge each other but
Whores of hell simply fuck them all.

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On a long enough timeline all are whores ,married one's are having only one customer,and that too is a secret which they only know

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I won't entertain any girl having a male best friend,
Cz a shoulder to cry on becomes a dick to ride on.
If she is allowed to have male best friends, it should be either the father or the son or the holy spirit..
People only brag, when they are jealous of my swag.

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She heard Parvathi Akka's shrill voice call her name.
"Kadambari, Seth is here"!
Wearing the beautiful red saree that he had gifted her and jasmine flowers adorning her long tresses,
She went downstairs to greet him.
She found him being teased by the girls with their unsuccessful attempts to seduce him.
She gave them a stern look and they let him go.
She led him by the arm and up the stairs to her chamber.
It was one of the finest rooms in the infamous Kamatipura, walls painted in a rusty pink.
He was a tall and handsome man in his 50s, with broad shoulders and strong arms.
His lusty eyes held a strange sadness.
She smiled and pulled him closer towards her.
He took a deep sigh and grabbed her by the waist, kissing her on the neck.
Then, he lifted her and threw her on the bed.
He took his shirt off to reveal that chiseled body, she longed for.
She let him slide his hand under her blouse, to feel those mounds of soft flesh.
The air grew dense with soft moans, as the night went on.
He was on top of her, and within minutes inside of her.
Her patron of 18 years, someone she had known since she was 22.
He trusted her like his own shadow.
She was his bride each night,
The whore...

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