KRIPTIK MIND
POETRY REMODELED TO SUIT THE MODERN MIND
Sunday, 15 November 2015
BRUT
A scent so strong it stabs my heart,
and so effortlessly rips my nostrils apart.
All to smell good for that beautiful lass,
the one with such unbearable sass.
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