“But darling, all my poems are like
oceans of lost chess games and red stains
of aching fingers.” She whispered with
rusted chains around her throat.
“So, let me drown in those oceans.”
He said, his lips wet.
“Why?” She asked.
“For my fingers ache for you.”
~Sampurna
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Poetry♚ ❛ 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...
