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Mona Sep 2015
Scratch yourself until you patch yourself
Break  yourself  until you make  yourself
Hardwork is what life feeds on
Mona Sep 2015
Utter desire
To make her mine
Lonely heart
Needs,
nongenetic part
Skinny fist
Wants, grip of
wrist
Unfortunate soul
Desperate, be
cured
Utter desire
To make her mine
Utter desire
To claime her mine
No need to crave for love, if you really doesn't need it; be yourself.
Mona Sep 2015
The Serenity in her eyes
Always make the Demons hide
The pouring honey from her orchid lips
Never   Signifies   the  Fiery  wrath  to  come
A dedication to Ayesha Sareen

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