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Jul 2015
How does one cope with love?
As love be a shadow in the dark, an
Eyeless being.
You ignite my dormant flesh! Your eyes a drug that inflame my
Desire to be thine own.
Love be a curse, and to be
In love, is to be
In hell.
But the dateless sorrow will **** me, yet my love towards thee may
Never be buried. And soon, my bleak soul will
Rest upon the land that took me- Isolated.
Yasmin Arnavout
Written by
Yasmin Arnavout  London
(London)   
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