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Desires


Tell me stories of what you are
Verses behind your every scar
Speak of the disasters love cast on you,
Relive, I beg, the pain anew

And yet you chose to stand tall,
Amidst the fallen hopes and all
Tell me, because it blazes insane,
Unravel desires love long had slain.

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  1. Divyanshu Raj14 June 2017 at 20:52

    Come the moment and the time shall stand,
    like a mirror of memories' strands;
    light will seep till dark gets the fire,
    and the mirror strips you down in mire.

    That moment shall then dawn on you,
    and hit you hard without a clue;
    what just burned was not a dark fire,
    but a long lifetime of damned desire.

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  2. Whispers to the oblivion13 January 2018 at 21:17

    😄

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