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Masters Game

Last updated on August 18, 2020

His words
Allured
Me more than
His personality,
Ah! Actualities
Rendering you
Vulnerable,
To virtualities
Far from realities,
The charm
Never soothe
The pain
Just a pain killer
For time remain
Forcing you
Be inflicted by
Demons bane
Harsh reality
To swallow pain;
A broken heart
Sustain,
Honey lips
Venomous, to veins
Insane
Infatuation of words
Indeed
A master’s game

 

Published inProse & Poem

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