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She killed him with her love Her smile paralyzed his face Her voice his singing shattered Her look to ashes did him burn Even rain clouds withered away Afraid to satiate the dying embers Her purity, like acid, scalded his heart Her perfection, like bliss, wrenched his soul Even memories haunted his temple of solace And his emotions in the vortex of pain were sucked It bothered him not in the least Neither did he even remotely flinch The sun still rose in the east His love was still blessed Even if it had his blood on it He lived on in hope And sighed not at the moon Nor did he chase falling stars His was not a conquest It was willing surrender For his love would return And frame the sunset of his life. ~Vikram C~
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