She finds her way to his mind like an unwanted visitor,
He locks the door, throws the key.
But the spell won't break, oh he can't escape the leash,
for she imprinted on his heart before his mind
And the key to his sanity under her possession lies
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Nirvana
PoetryShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
