The girl in the mirror,
is such a chaotic girl with
chai in her hand and her
head in the clouds.
She finds the slow in edm
and the rush in slow.
She likes to play with fire;
and covering herself in gasoline.
But how naive she is,
her heart is ashes and
they burnt her long ago.
But she doesn't know.
She doesn't blame anyone.
She goes on with the pain.
Calling it her own.
~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...