Broken club lights and
missed calls are just stories but,
cigarettes and red laces on
your bed are poems.
~Sampurna
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Ink And Echoes
Poesía♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in...
• T W E N T Y •
Broken club lights and
missed calls are just stories but,
cigarettes and red laces on
your bed are poems.
~Sampurna
