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Tag: murder

3. Loss and Insanity

as I tell you all this-
as I tell you this while my hands tremble,
while I turn 300 shades of red,
while your face is a complete blur from tears I shed
to what I’ve lost decades ago
Do you still wonder if I’ve killed my husband?

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My vanilla hues (Jwharat Karachi)

Two honey coloured moons and a beautiful excuse of a woman that is now my muse The way she hides every skin of hers not knowing that her vanillas hues could brighten moods Thinks she has a tummy and is super insecure but I’d love to kiss it, ever more

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