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Aug 2017
Melted into the soul's pull, is the helpless heart that is sore
Yielding to the devil's embrace
setting free the broken pieces
The cold and tender evenings, shattering what is left

Singing to the soul which sleeps with opened eyes
Longing for the ******* to tie myself to freedom
Letting the wound open
stroking it gently with the bee's feet

What has life taught the ignorant man?
The tongue of false vows and foul talks
The wretched lay awake embracing the sands of sun
The loyal is doomed at the gates of wolfs

Torture is what the heart yearns
The good is denied and the forbidden is desired
For the hearts of this world chases the snake
The snake chases the rabbit
The rabbit, carrots.
Annie Cynthia
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Annie Cynthia  24/F/India
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