The honey that poured out of your lips
every night
Is the same honey that
got me stuck in your lies.
- Nupur Dua
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Devoted to the demons inside
PoetryMy demons were scraping the hell out of me, haunting my skull like never before. They didn't permit me to live, they screamed even more when I wanted to die. Sadness was all over me, adorning my heart's scars painfully. And very soon, darkness would...
Honey🍯
The honey that poured out of your lips
every night
Is the same honey that
got me stuck in your lies.
- Nupur Dua
