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Nov 2013
The deadly fumes become her perfume being able to consume a heart and I assume you know that feel

The great vibes become a tribe of interlaced emotions sharp and strange like miserable happiness recruiting martyrs from mankind

A sharp look into the eyes of death and you’ll fall in love

As it takes you away into the dark enlightened shadows that represent nothing but a simple phrase of “I love you”

Angels of death called upon her as the queen of astonished souls

Supposedly surprised for they did not expect

That the beauty that lies behind her eyes was lethal

And lethal as glory, joy or pride I lay mine aside

And succumb to her ways that lead to intersecting war crafts and arsenal

Bombs of existential hypothesis like never before

And just like our earth governed by mass murderers mallesting our most intimate yet extrovert part of our body which is our minds

She is not the one causing damage

But I’m the one that lacks a damage control
In memory of our romantic martyrs...
Written by
MAJD S  Lebanon
   Farah Hizoune
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