an ocean of love and friendship,
the waves of care and passion...
the drops of broken hearts
are made by future fashion.
a sandy golden field-
the desert of emotions,,,
the scent of tortured souls-
like perfumed body-lotion...
the forest of pretanding,
where branches mixed with leaves,,,
the taste of crime and killing-
`s the softening balm that heals...
like frozen slippy iceberg
my aching body sinks,
just pour and shake and serve it-
a freshing salty drink...
the castle of my feelings-
a tiny empty room...
the reason i am bleeding,
`s that violence is my groom...
violence...
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violence...
a tear is like a magnet- it always makes another tear to follow 

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