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i. she was beautiful. her body: carefully structured by God himself, a masterpiece. as delicate as a handpicked rose from a garden of lilies, she had my heart from the first glance. india. india was her name. there was beauty in every atom of her, luring men from every corner. she smiled like the devil was out to play. my darling, tempt me for i am all yours. drag me to the deepest parts of hell with your sinless facade. bury me deep into your soul so no one can hear my cries. love me with everything you have. india.
ii. India - body of trembling water, river.
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last night, i had a dream about you
Poetrypoetry she doesn't realise that a broken heart can't be fixed with a sorry.