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Jul 2015
Your eyes,they're dark.
Dark brown like the rich,bitter coffee in the cup you held in your hand.

Sprang!

The sound still echos around my mind,bouncing into its depths.

Your eyes,
They burn with a wild fire that is spreading towards my
Pathetic dull wooden pupils.

Your eyes,they're ice
An ice berg,big and towering. Like you are towards me.
I shiver.
I'm shivering, an earthquake starting inside me.

But your eyes,
So sharp.
They pierce into my soul even though I've done nothing wrong.

And at last
I burn away
I break
I bleed.

Ash,ice,blood
Pouring out onto my cheeks
In the form of
Sadness
Pain
Anger
Confusement
Longing.

I surrender and I fall
With you still burning,freezing and stabbing.
I write dark stuff sometimes
Curlan Eiruc
Written by
Curlan Eiruc  Kuala Lumpur
(Kuala Lumpur)   
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