Sneha
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Obeisance.A Poem by SnehaIt's never the final bow. |
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Breathe little girl - breathe free.A Poem by SnehaOh, what a glorious time it had been. |
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RushA Poem by SnehaHands grasping your shirt so tight,Nails digging into skin with all their might -Clothes ripped and thrown far from sight,Heavy breathing and cursing .. |
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home is not where the heart isA Poem by SnehaWe lay tangled under warm white sheetsMy face buried deep in the crook of her neckHer crimson lips titled into a slight simperAs she pinned me down wi.. |
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hauntingly broken , she plays music.A Story by SnehaThe cold air greets me like an old friend, chilling me to my very core. My skin prickles as the foreign gusts settle deep into it. I put on your swe.. |
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