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Dhia Awanis Sep 2016
I was the anchor to your voyage
—and you were the poison for my heart
So, what's the point of holding on while both parties are bleeding?
Dhia Awanis Sep 2016
For his heart is
as cold as
the Winter weather

and she was born
in Summer
That's why there's no other way they could make their way

— The End —