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Endless highways...
Wapping out the dust of past love experiences falling as ashes fly after a burn.
Soothing my soul like a coldwinter shower. Flaunting my flaws and smoshing my darling delacies.
Chasing each other in the field of dandelions and kissing like its the day on earth.
Experimenting and explaining the topic again and again saying that it was not me it was you. Unfolding degree of your affection led me to end of me.
I couldn't resist I felt buried, my heart was pumping but my ribs were fallen.
Fake promises that you gave past night my wrist was chocked my celebrum was under your control. Endless highways of misdirected means....it wasn't me it was you.

© ersheen