Dressed in fantasies
Wallowing in shades of auroras,
Was a soul that kept on burning,
As it was walking slowly
In countless hues-
Even after left ablaze
And scalding,
In the pit of pain
And fading memories.
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PuisiIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
