Pages after pages.
Book after book.
It all burnt.
Alongside the pages,
Only ashes were left.
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Obsession
A kind of love which is obsession.
YOU ARE READING
love we give in buckets
Poetryat the end, when the buckets are empty, the unloving begins. ******* Highest ranking: 16/05/2018 - #10 #18 in poetry #27 in non-fiction ******* © ExoDoll 2016-2017-2018
