Premalekhalu: Love notes to the self
Journal, Poetry, Random Notes to the self. And ofcourse, Love Letters
Saturday, 16 April 2016
Words Kill
Words kill
They haunt and hunt
Ruthlessly seek out
Your quietest hour
And one by one
they feast on your flesh
Until your words fill my
skin, body and soul
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