The sad part is,
Our memories
Left attached
To the same
Person,
With no more
Today's,
No more
Tomorrow's.

And yes,
We both suppress
Ourselves,
Where
We lost us.
This is what
Chocked me more,
Or else ripping you
From the core..

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Hearing you,
Heals me from the core..
Guess that's the problem...

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There is nothing like 'Forgotten Love'.
It's just that love that has now become "only yours" &
'Engraved' in the deepest core of your heart.

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You said that you wanna see my core
but I didn't want to let you open the door
cause there's no light, there's only dark..
cause no spark left in my heart..
so you got blind & now you don't love me anymore
but what's my fault, I'm still yours..
that was you who wanna see my core...

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World Never
Needed A Hero
World Needed A Villan
With Good Heart...!!

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Heart the core

(in caption)

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पृथ्वी की परिधि में
'प्रेम' वह केंद्र था
जो एक कर रहा था
परस्पर विरोधी
विचारधाराओं को।

निश्चय ही
हमारा मिलना था जैसे
उत्तरी ध्रुव और दक्षिणी ध्रुव
का मिलन।

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He envisioned their passionate lovemaking going on into the night, capping painful day after painful day of not having her; his body roiling in agony, feeling his deep, primal need to satisfy his starving sexual craving on her pretty body, her navel, her "core".
She could "feel" his excitement as, insane with passion, he would press his finger into her navel, driving it deeply into her "core" as if to slowly press a sharp dagger into her soft, helpless, vulnerable navel, the hilt pressing hard against her soft navel-skin, mindless in his basal voracity to experience her very essence, wildly excited by the combination of imagined searing pain combined with ultimate pleasure as every nerve in her navel, her belly would fire intensely as in a back-draft, causing her sexual nerves to erupt in gasping, heaving ecstasy, her navel, her body reeling in hot orgasmic fulfillment.
She begged for that, she pleaded for that. What a luscious Temptress!!!

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आरजू है तुम्हें एक झलक में पाने की,
दिल की नादानियों को कैसे समझाएं।
जुस्तजू हैं ये मेरी तुम में मिल जानें की,
सांसों से जिस्म की डोर कैसे टूट जाएं।

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She smells like herself--
A gust of wind, a flash of flowers.
She's a mix of vanilla and spice.
She's vitality, personified.
His magnet, his Achilles' heel--
She's his weakness; also, his strength.
In truth, she's unique unto herself;
And, she was his. Exclusively, his. 💖

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