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Jan 2016
I could not write lest there's a tragedy inside
but lately you've been invading everything I hide
I'm afraid of what it is to come for in the end it's always a ravage art
my walls afore that are high and strong are all now but a rubble
I stood helpless as he, with his keen mind and enthralling smile dances with my guarded heart
Who would not fall?
I could not help but fall.
I  anticipated for the pain but it never came at all
he looks like an angel, he feels like miracle
he touches like the devil, his kisses are feverish
I am lovesick.
hereafter I could write when my heart is blazing
when my whole being is illuminating and not dull from aching.
Written by
BlackCat
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   Lior Gavra
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