Dr. Asma Varada   (theskyfall)
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Doctor. Artist. Queer.
Poetry saves my scars.
Instagram : @theskyfall.echoes
Joined 20 January 2017


Doctor. Artist. Queer.
Poetry saves my scars.
Instagram : @theskyfall.echoes
Joined 20 January 2017
21 DEC 2017 AT 0:05

Darling,
Stay.
For this night skies say so.
For my magic isn't dark,
But velvety and scarlet.

And when I let you remove of,
What covers me,
My breath will show you the way,
To heaven.
That lies between my lips.
Hidden.

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3 OCT 2017 AT 17:14

I'm a painting,
Satan made,
When he mixed his hues,
Within me.

And when I let you,
Draw your lips,
On my skin,
And breathe.

It was to show him,
That his art,
Can be remodeled,
And made beautiful.

You make me beautiful, love.
Stay.
And never leave again.

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25 MAY 2017 AT 9:29

His lips,
Were the sailors, lost
Afraid of the storm,
Amidst the vast ocean,
Of lust.

The constellations,
On her skin,
Led them towards,
Their destination,
Of love.

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22 APR 2017 AT 23:40

Each word,
your pen,
writes,
on a paper,
white.
Feels like,
you etch,
a tattoo,
on my skin,
every night.

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18 APR 2017 AT 1:32

A pain, eminently new,
All the blood, that flew,
The night sky, of scarlet hue,
My shape, naked, your fingers drew.
Lips parting to utter the words, few,
Every nerve screaming, I want all of you.
Our sweat, your tongue and my honeydew,
Your love, your touch, my timely rescue.
Smell of roses and unsaid rendezvous,
Fire burning bright, with desire, so true.
Enchanted and enthralled, stuck within your voodoo,
Etch on my skin, your name, as a tattoo.
With the twine of embrace, my craving, you sew,
Come, love, lie on my chest, will you?
Breath out your lust, let's make a debut.

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21 JAN 2017 AT 21:26

A fallacy I remorse,
That he was my entirety.
Had torn apart my soul,
And I thought there's no return till eternity.

The touch of his skin,
Made my soul silently bleed.
The rift was emphemeral,
I'm chuffed he just fleed.

By the virtue of an ashen sparkle,
My faith in love prevails.
A subtle cold zephyr,
On which my whole life sails.

The murk which lived inside,
Has begun to evansce away.
Eventually has been shaping me.,
Into a beautiful art of clay.

Now that they see me smile,
Whisper that I've found a rebound,
Little do I care of what they talk,
This happy wilderness makes me heedless to their sound.

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22 MAR 2019 AT 23:40

The devil in my depths.

(Poem in the caption)

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28 FEB 2019 AT 20:30

The calm storm.

(Poem in the caption)

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13 SEP 2018 AT 14:22

Curse of the stars.

(Poem in the caption)

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9 SEP 2018 AT 10:41

These pieces of paper, I write on,
Are those who wiped off the blood,
Which streamed down my wrist,
When the truth came down raining.

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