Not all the words have lips
Some spell more when left untold
Neither a letter tastes like drug -
Nor the art of hands,
It's the eyes all alone -
Killing the victim unexplored.
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PoesiaA collection of short poems framed to make you feel the core of it. Some are painted in the colours of present while other wear a cloak of nostalgia, some sparks the importance of self love while other triggers to be bold and fleek ♡ Happy reading! ...
Unexplored drug
Not all the words have lips
Some spell more when left untold
Neither a letter tastes like drug -
Nor the art of hands,
It's the eyes all alone -
Killing the victim unexplored.
