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Sep 2016
She was curled up asleep
In the world of his illusion
Wounded warrior of dreams
She bled her colours bright
He placed her amongst skeletons
Of fears and unrequited love
Nightmares he planted in her
Pain grew in her lovely bones
He stirred his evil poison cup
She consumed the intoxication
To the pretentious word magician.
Tehreem
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