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‘Purple-hearted’ morning

Sunday- morning. Conversation.  “I want to be purple,”- she suddenly opened her eyes. “Cleopatra will be spinning in her grave. Because of you,”- I told her. “Haha, why?” “The color was a healing ‘escape’. From the men, chasing every her step,”- I lied. I simply liked the rhythm. Nothing can beat […]

Everything means Nothing

There’s a space in the darkness. I can open it, like a bag. For you. But I won’t. Because you are the monster, The evil by nature, The one, who’s using the dark in the wrong way. There’s the life between sounds. I can sing it, like a Malaysian frog. […]