One....Two......Three counting my breathes on fingers these memories around me lingers.I am, the metal all these memories are magnet attracts me and makes me feel savage. Their attractiveness is stronger than black hole pulls me in and tears my soul. Countless times tried to grab the sky in my fist, the demons and the shadows sealed my lips. In the middle of street in these cold breeze I walk, to shooting stars in a paradox box I locked. All the wishes I made, all the hopes I threw in grave, is because of the game with me once he played.
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A Journey Towards Death
PoetryIn order to find meaning of love , one' s have to go very deep the deepness is thousand times more than that of the sea many went and they lost their selves and this girl is from one of them.......
