She left his place with phenominal traces...
Despite the dismay...
Her sent always leave a heart to purrrr sway
A mind that gets ruined by the manner...
but is defined by the glamour
So much so the richest worship the poor...
yet the poverty is covered by the rich blanket
She fails to believe that her purrr is a sound that has no attention...
But his bark is the annoucement of detention...
But she...
And he...
doesnt even recognize?
The size of the scent...
And the price of the sense?
asheena
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A scent with no home?!
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A scent with no home?!She left his place with phenominal traces... Despite the dismay... Her sent always leave a heart to purrrr sway A mind that gets ruined by the manner... but is defined by the glamour So much so the richest worship the poor... yet the poverty is covered by the rich blanket She fails to believe that her purrr is a sound that has no attention... But his bark is the annoucement of detention... But she... And he... doesnt even recognize? The size of the scent... And the price of the sense? |