Melancholic days of passion and ideology

Wistful moments.

Melancholic moments.

Lover refuses to die.

Yearning for one sight of her.

Reverie of perfection.

Flawless love.

Imaginary romance.

Stench of tobacco.

Pan spit.

Sleeping on filthy floor.

Tale of abyss and darkness.

A woman that no one dares to touch.

Flawless skin.

Born in gold coated cradle.

Earth and sky can never be one.

Fiery passion and heat,

united the bodies.

Love has no common cause.

Ideology has.

A nightmare to be forsaken.

Fizzling in the air like dusty particles.



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