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THE WOMAN.

in her secret life

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rain

NOVEMBER.

<NOVEMBER> brings ghosts of my youthfulness back again every when the wind rises.

In front of a church came a grieving song
A red rose fell onto the black coffin
Broken glasses and kisses and tears
Ephemeral love
Forever brokenhearted.

Lightning struck
Liquors spilled
Distorted dreams
Beautiful and haunting
Endlessly in a November rain.

SICKENING DESIRES.

On a rainy day, I looked out the window

and let my imagination wander far away.

Vague images of you entwining me

appeared on the screen of pittering-pattering rain.

Deep kisses and craving touches-

My body curved perfectly, wanting for more hugs.

In my sickening desires,

you burnt me into cinder with your fingers.

 

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