Prose
Betrayal
“Didn’t expect you here,” he said as he spotted me at the mall on that fine Saturday. Not sure if I have to call it
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“Didn’t expect you here,” he said as he spotted me at the mall on that fine Saturday. Not sure if I have to call it
When his lips uttered those words, The blood drained from her face and a sheaf of dizziness fluttered through her mind, Her red tears-filled eyes
Our little wooden cottage was set up on the coast of the Summer Vacay, not very far from the sea. A walk with grandpa, enjoying
Chirping hummingbirds with wriggling flies, Dancing butterflies to carefree crows, blossoming florets and awaken shrubs, They wonder, they ponder dazed in a maze Where
Virescent lines drawing curves of hills I worship every time I recall her figure, Douglas firs aligned Rivet memories from our first kiss How dry
Dear girl who had a shoddy past, I am hoping that we will never meet again and therefore writing this letter to talk to you,
For years, we smelled smoke. The facade was on fire, still measurements went un-taken. Flames carelessly set by those who ignited lives as if humans
When the sun doesn’t shine And dreams are no longer mine When hopes run out And volcanoes no longer shout When all the oceans
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My heart was bleeding My soul was pleading to unleash the knots of my nerves to drain off the blood from my skin to let
I have a lost lover, Who loved me with himself Now loves me with his illusionary presence I have a lost lover, Who stared at
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