She colored her essence, he completely washed out her world,
A flame of his passion burned within her,
which she lusted more,
A bottle of old aged bourbon wasn’t enough,
to make her love sealed for eternity,
her scars craved for more agony,
for more stitches,
her eruption flamed up the memories,
from which she emerged as a new history,
her heart held timeless love,
which she called hell ; the hell.

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