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Illustration by @dariaesste
The beauty you pretend to have in yourself, mellowly and then at once compelled me to drown in the Amazon of the drug, which mortals called love. You tried to conceal the flaws you own but I wasn't as fortunate as the blind who pronounced colors a mystery. I again and again fell for the way you flatter was as relishing as the morning breeze and then you kiss me like a whiskey.
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Part of the Poetry Wars collection
Published on January 13, 2018
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