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Ticklish Warmth

Angelic soul but made of thorns Between a river and a plain she was born The day all stars have fallen upon- Some planet merely governed by non The day her soul grew, magic dwelled on- A universe been stuck in a single dawn Upon dark wells emptied of emptiness Mountains full of secrets nobody could confess I stress! And I stress! On a seen- My mouth got stuck trying to express With pleading ears I sense a hiss Crawling in me, its source I couldn't guess Until it tickled my mind with flaccidity Obsessed! A language mixed with peace and tranquility Some feeling I once experienced, I eventually guessed Therefore I stumped, I've fallen into a cosmos of bliss The sun got perfect, the sky seemed disassembled The moon got reckless, the oceans trembled On the same hiss that summoned My thoughts, my scars, for her to assemble
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Written by
Majid
24 / M / Dubai
Published
Sep 29, 2017
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Tickling my soul

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#warm#loving#pure#thoughts#friday#love#angel#summer
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