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I Desire To Die Hard
Betrothed, Please don't come to the college campus In a rosy costume like a blooming red rose, I feel bad. Don't move on the corridors with your swan walks Being surrounded by your friends Like a Moghul princess, I feel bad. Betrothed, Forming whirlpools in your blush red cheek Nodding red jaw and sharp tongue Waving snow white slim hands Please don't tiptoe on the yard Like strings playing on the guitar My heart pounds, pebbles create longitudinal waves in my chest pond.,water tremble within I feel sad. Betrothed, During tiffin hour sitting in the common room Don't unbraid your long black hair Like Radha ilike a naughty rivulet The limitless sky may be covered with dark clouds All the neon bulbs may go out of order I don't like to use simile for you Where's you, where is the black clouds. Betrothed, Don't put your two scarlet lips in the cup of hot tea in the cafeteria . The flowery garden of tiny lips may wither in the scorching sun. Thirsty greenery may burn like a desert. I desire to die hard.¦
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