stereotypical verses moisturise the cobweb of her lids,
mesmerising pearls concealing vulgus, disembling sublimity...
with every breath of lullaby, the slashed heart writhes and bleeds,
as it perceives a silent echo lingering within her candid memory...
the voice - protective thunder and tinkling of a fairytale,
ingenue neophyte dares hankering its abject, barren poetry,
entirely devoted, endorses his belief, ignoring heaven, hell...
contradictorial...she gradually plunges into the shadows of insanity...
the utterance of his thoughts becomes the utmost guidance,
the flavour of his lips- a fragrant touch of bitterness,
his scrutinizing glance -contemplative cold silence,
the visual embrace of cruel harsh tenderness...
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