• thepoetkumar 6w

    Doesn't it?

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    Selling my soul

    There are days
    When I just write and write just to feel alright
    I try to rhyme the words like a satellite
    And my dreams are just like kite
    They are at heights
    My body is a paradise
    It's made up of ice and lies
    My heart just sacrificed for a selling price