His priorities were so high
She got shattered all at once
He was a sharp knife
She was a piece of wet clay
Knife could have cut any thing perfectly
But not the clay
Clay needed something more gentle
At least not the knife
To shape her and let her pain dry
Helpless clay could only cry
Good night!
Yours loving
Warrior naina
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Phenomenal flow of words
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Thank you
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My pleasure
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U guessed it right….dis is something I wrote in one go. So, yes there is a flow
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Nicely crafted then. Stay awesome
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🤗 ty frnd same 2 u
Happy reading!
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