The news is by your side.



It’s not a tuft!
it’s a cage
it imprisons me
until its unbind

It’s not an ecstasy
it’s a sheer deception
which make me wild

Don’t be so delicate
I might sublime

Come, I am calling you
but you haven’t turned around
these trivialities have let us down

What about your blushing cheeks
Aren, ‘t they turned pale?

We have lost our scent.

Come have last laugh
then you will be mine.

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