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you said pain is man's greatest sin
then am i your greatest's sinner?
picking up the broken pieces of heart that cuts my soul from within
my pain is my greatest pleasure.

you thought that painting a masterpiece over a hole would hide away
what i wear as gems and garlands,
like the smoke left behind in ashtray,
even the prettiest colours can't mask the hideous scent.

the emotional rollercoaster took me to another high,
it felt like i could touch the sky
little did i know how it took my breath away
and my emotions feel nauseated.

you composed my sins to your symphonies
now the void was filled with glitter
when those who bore the hole find epiphany
in your songs, my pain becomes prettier.

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A/N
I am in heartbreak/ unrequited love mode. I can't help it. Most probably churn some more poems and fill this book. I don't whether I should write 200 poems or like 50 for this book. I mean, I have another book so that'll make 400—

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