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Notes
#WritcoPoemPrompt121
Your notes,
Are the only thing I have,
The words are like melodies that floats,
But the letters sometimes misbehave,
And shows your true colour
The hit of belt in the name of kink
Those slaps in the name of playing
The burns etched on my skin in the name of tough love.
The bruises, The cuts all came back in a rush
As soon as I touched the notes of yours...
© charmidhruva
Your notes,
Are the only thing I have,
The words are like melodies that floats,
But the letters sometimes misbehave,
And shows your true colour
The hit of belt in the name of kink
Those slaps in the name of playing
The burns etched on my skin in the name of tough love.
The bruises, The cuts all came back in a rush
As soon as I touched the notes of yours...
© charmidhruva
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