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If this were a love story
it wouldn't be Romeo and Juliet.
Nor would it be Beauty and the Beast.
We know far too well that we aren't anywhere near to Jasmine and Aladdin.
So what fairytale would we be?
Pardon me, was that a dumb question?
Because we all know that fairytales don't exist.
Sadly we live in reality.
What an exquisite painting the writer has created in my mind.
Filled with beautiful fictions and unfinished lies.
How deceitful could they be
and change my mentally.
All of it was done without my permission.
Oh isn't it a shame, how I'm still stuck in a world of fantasies?
L.S
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شِعر·•·°·•·°·•· De·so·late So many things could describe my poetry. It is a combination of bliss and bittersweet. One may describe it as the divine taste of strawberries. With a slight twist of sour cherries. You may have it dipped in chocolate with...
