Its a rainy dusk blackening into a stormy night!The around is intoxicated with a wait for the forbidden- the odour of moist flora can make anyone tipsy to the very roots. No tears to shed. Only a velvety anger softly lurks within the ribs filling up the void. The dark grey of the saky has inundated my heart sapping the very strength to forgive and keep up the flag of my lost love flying...
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