The Touch was delicate...
The Feel was cold...
I took her within me
The sensation got bold...
With each large bite I murdered my Ice-cream.
And I don't even feel sorry about it :p
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HumorThey originate from me. I am their Mother, Father and Guardian. They are part of my imaginative brain. They define my internal opinions. They want to be seen by external world. I pen them. They become recognised. They feel blessed. They are my thoug...
