Her scars smelled melancholy.
I ran my fingers on them.
Strings were struck.
A sweet symphony emanated from it.
A melodious pain flew in between.
My lips flirted with them.
Her sorrow kissed my soul.
Her anguish shook my roots.
Her despair plunged me into insanity.
Her heart burned faintly. Her eyes lighted dimly.
Her body gave in slowly. Her blood oozing serenity.
Her tears whispering calmly.
She drew in closer to me.
She found refuge in me.
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Rhapsodic Memoirs
PoesieA tale of poetry, a pinch of melancholy and a glass of rhapsody.
