Her smile is like a hurricane that comes with a pre-warning. Slowly her blood flushes into her cheeks, deepening the rose shade they carry, her lips get carved to a beautiful curve, letting out warmth around. A touch of euphonic sound at the end indicated the approach of the havoc.
Yet I stand there before the devastation like a madman, waiting eagerly to let that consume me. And then, the storm went and left, leaving a life- time dent on my heart.
Who knew that destruction could be that beautiful !
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Dedicated to ___
(Well, you all know)
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Life is Short. So is this book
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