On my way home…

I met a boy called midnight. His eyes shined when the moonlight hit them and the moonlight  always  shines on him. He always goes down to the river where he pray’s the river reflects on him like a spotlight.

I met a girl called Phoenix. Here soul was as blazing as here sun and she was as tanned as a baboon. Here ribcage was as hot as magma and when she touched me my soul burned.

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