As the spices fused in the pot,
Their bodies' collided and their lips touched.
The softness of what seemed to be the start of a strong love
Rose,
Yet there was one problem.
He was drowned with the thought of something new and exciting
Yet she was drowned by poison in her liver
Which misted her thoughts.
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Cold Tea
PoesíaThe reality is, anything can be compared with anything. Wich loses the point of comparing things. One could use the logic that nothing means anything and everything means nothing. That nobody deserves anything. That everything is delusional but why...
