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Feb 2022
as our blood dripping from the rope tied our hands
as the warmth in the eyes can never stop us to dance
it made us blind, deaf, and lost our minds
but baby if it doesn't, why I keep calling you mine

you are the one who the most bleeding
you are the castle I sold for nothing
this leaving is a dagger I've been hold
day and night wondering where to put it on
is it on your chest or in the center of my soul

as you're the prey and I'm the archer
wish I could stay and build our castle
tied together with a vow with you
but they don't know an arrow can bleed too

as your hug is the warmest touch
shoted gun, closed eye and our  blood
as between your arms is the only place I call it home
Kusuma Karbela
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Kusuma Karbela  27/F/A space at hippocampus
(27/F/A space at hippocampus)   
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