among all the slices of her soul
he craves the most bruised one

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you cascade a destructive smile
and i die a little more.
my chest pains a little more.
my heart skips again a beat.
and rage fails to pour out of my mouth.
the fragile edges on my body
red blood of love
dripping down my lips,
and changing colors of my skin
from light to dark
of scars and torments.
a handful of beloved memories i own
amidst a thousand nights of bruised moments.
my world is smiling at me,
a destructive smile
with a hungry shine in his eyes.
and instead of rushing past it
i'm fading
and dissolving away
in the abyss called
my 'infatuation catastrophe.'

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Lips are bruised,
eyes are sore,
tears are flowing
but they always ignore.

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In the backstreet,
of a bad
        bad city,
a drug was sold,
named love, Oh! Pretty.

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Pictures are misapprehension of smiling faces with bruised soul.

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👉STORY OF A GIRL CHILD👈
👉Boy or girl, both are child
But who can stop them for being wild
👉When they get to know what is inside
They rush for female foeticide
👉A cell to embryo and then she breathes
And you kill her ,shame on your deeds
👉Daughter killers are devils or even worse
For they think ,she is a CURSE
👉Better are animals,their morals are highest.
Like you,at least they are not biased
👉Now some parents are there,who let her born
And she comes to the world having devils with horns
👉8 months old or an adult female
This is the world where humanity fails
👉No matter she is well dressed or shows her shape
They dont need reasons to grab her and rape
👉Look at her wounds,she is badly bruised
Why every girl is being misused
👉Just dont keep her caged ,Be kind
Why dont you focus on changing your son's minds
👉The society which thinks only boys can outshine
Trust me,its an insult to whole feminine
👉👉👉A female is your mother,daughter,sister and wife
AND SHE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN BLESS YOU A GIFT CALLED "LIFE"

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Two souls , never one.
A flame of love was their guest.
meet each other through their heart .

Converging together from parallel lines
to make this darkness little light.

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Pain is like a knife
that's been stabbed in my heart,
as it bleeds couldn't breathe.
Pain is like a child crying
overnight couldn't sleep,
It's like bones being crashed,
Feeling broken.
Pain is like a skin bruised felt physically as well as deeply.
Even the soul feels within.

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Writing is an attire that I gift
to people with bruised hearts

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