
My soul flinches at the very mention of your name My fingers tremble in the night as I recall the nightmare recursively like a bad movie stuck on the reels I want to scrape the memory of yours want to mask it with the empty memories of my life the stench of your sickening presence has […]
via Flinch — Megha’s World
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A diary of life events and reality, a fiction and non fiction character of me and other people. I write through mind and heart. A lover of the world around me.
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