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Illustration by @luciesalgado
Love is a lie
Meet me at the end,
Just after the tide.
Be with me every night
Smell my very delight,
I don't want this blood anymore
Come in me, in every possible space.
I don't know if it called love.
Let me bear your sweat.
My morn, my walls,
My flesh, my soul.
Let it be ever belong to you first.
Let my being first and foremost in your rights.
Be into whole, intacting my existence.
Don't make your visual to get liquefied.
Because
Love is a lie.
# is it?
it's a must, a departure from the ever nascent, ever completed, and non-existent emotion!
30She asked, but was offered silence! So she cared to ask herself! Going deeper in her skin!
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Part of the Poetry collection
Updated on September 25, 2017
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