Loathe
She held those thoughts
As if waiting for its purpose.
All different kind of quotes
Breaking beneath the surface.
A smell so sweet
Desire hanging over
Melting in the heat
Her heart still hover
On and on went the ramble
Have our purpose lost its worth?
She took her turn to gamble
As we all learn to loathe.
-Minha Mehrin
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