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Sep 2016
( a red head girl)
Her vermilion silk strands were like fallen maple leaves of early morning of late autumn
Why not
Her blood licked hair matched with the measure of wrath she carried in her heart

(an apple)
A sweet juicy delight which taught us the laws of the world, render health
Why not
A poison in disguise which made a sweet innocent soul sleep for years and years

We see situations as we want to see it and not from others view point too ..
Written by
Anna  Noida
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