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Her kind of love

Her vision was wild,
Not just some ordinary kind,
She loved diving into souls,
In search of treasures,
To understand, why scars were so beautiful,
And what was the story behind those Mac dreamy eyes,
She was full of patience and yet impulsive in love,
She always admired cracks on broken souls,
She loved raw and differently,
As every time, she dived,
She found fire in those wrapped and choked souls,
A kind of fire, that can fill the darkness in the whole universe,
She loved that beauty of being purely naked,
Thus, She chose souls over bodies,
Cause that was exactly the way,
She knew love.



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karuna Priya
A passion for creating and changing the world, brought me billions thoughts, I couldn't just sit and talk, had many words to root for, so wondered, what more? Some gifts worth sharing with the world. On this blog, I share my thoughts on writing, life, and my creative work. Born and brought up in India. Did my bachelors in Travel and tourism. Been writing since my teenage, and following my passion to write since 2013. I love to call my self a silhouette of a lover, carving in endless shapes.



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