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Jenny 14h
She was loud but quiet .
She rebelled but yet repent.
She was snow yet fire.
She burned yet burnt.

She was one, yet two
Duality lived beneath her skin,
She was possessive, cruel
yet detached, aloof.

She prayed with eyes
She yearned in silence.
She screamed with tears
She dreamed of violence.

Her energy wasn’t radiant
It burned low, too quiet.
She loved the glow,
The beauty of  ice.

Made bonds, not deep.
She preached,
Not presence ,But soul.
Not me, but Bond
Not me but bond...


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Its about a friend of mine who always gave importance to bonds rather than the person themselves
Jenny 1d
The ticklish the rain
The tiny the drops
The dozen of scars
The mind remains calm.

The blow of wind
An abandoned site
Surrounded by trees
Being judged for it is.

The braids that blows
The tear don’t flow
The ink has smeared
The skin peeled off.

Wind so strong
Sound so strange
Love so shallow
Time so estranged.

Heaven and sins
Mountain vanished
Drenching us all
The tiny the drops…

— The End —