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Sep 2016
Hush Baby.

The sun is setting. The waves are crashing on to us.

Don't dive in deep, this place is a no man's land.

Not one has set foot here, the caves are deep. These whispers are ornaments that decorates her soul.

Don't play with this one's heart, her eyes are cold, her mind is set.

She throws looks that pierces through cracks in glass.

Don't take a chance. Don't speak a word. This one might just cut too deep.

Hush Baby. Don't come in and play, consider this a cautionary tale.

Two souls don't meet to crash in the middle, not tonight, not ever.
Written by
Sarah Anuar  Kuala Lumpur
(Kuala Lumpur)   
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