Your melting voice, oh! Reminds me of an old song, A song where  Lyrics are enough to materialize my soul, and takes you to a heaven 
Your internal beauty, is an immortal, deathless magic, like a lovely book, where unfair to judge the true quality or characteristics by its cover
And your naughtiness, anger, mischief are they beautiful art of a soulful poetry
You are nothing, just our illusion our imagination, a complete black magic over a white paper
 
          pic taken with mobile camera prime 7

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