even birds sang mellifluous
lilt of our tale
being two seperable joint souls
with one heart two bodies.
they sang our hasty choices
on fragile bonds &
on anguished heart.
then how we wanted to be in love
oh but fate,
so domineering
it only let us to stare from afar
letting our bond shattered
into irreparable pieces.
simply because fate thought
we were toxic.- - - -
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17-07-2019
jc
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