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Oct 2019
There are addictive melodies of sweet nothings in her speech, obscuring you with wit and beauty, her biggest flaw: She’s a perfect but rotten peach.

Temporary forever is her favourite hello, she’ll woe your heart’s sweet tooth like too much consumption of cotton candy and trounce your centre with mystic confusion. She’s a devil with a halo.

She’ll fatigue your brain with false enticement while in reality; she’s numbing your emotional desire, leaving you in a space for lost souls just for her enjoyment.

Her heart is jar filled with stolen joy, taken from the honest with deceit like dark magic from Troy. Her word is poison, killing you from within; silencing your will, suppressing your spirit and convince you that you’re worth the pain; that dying a little inside won’t be in vain.

She’s a ramp infused storm… that’s Why People Like Her Shall Never Again Speak.
Written by
MadPhiwe
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