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"SpillFrames"
Every time I see her,
I get drenched in this ocean of love!
C'mon hang on, this time I won't be writing any note on one-sided love!
So you guys can take a chill pill!
(At least that's the plan for now)

I had tried a zillion times maybe more
To get over her
Slightly duped, majorly doomed
Yet so carefree, I tried to match up with all the shades!
Believe me Wits can be colourful at times!

Finding my way through the busy streets
I saw faces so pale, yet smiling
And at that very moment I knew
Yes, she is the one, I can't hide anymore!

I forgot to tell you:
"There are rumours that she had found herself a better match!"
Yes, you read that right and by this time you must've realised this is one hell of a note about her and earlier, I lied!

So, as I said:
She has found herself a match,
You'll be surprised:
I'm elated!

Like literally, I don't have to care about the shades anymore!
Red, Yellow, Black, Green
White being my favourite screen
I don't have to care about the shades
I like to cover myself with!
No more awkwardness or a sense of lust
Suit up and I'm up for the hunt!

No more mysteries,
Who cares about the"personality disorders" anymore
It seems: I've already passed the ordeal!

No more shame or a sense of guilt
Brewing a cup of coffee and a good read is all I need!
As I said, I'm elated.
Yes, I do!
The flaws are flacid
And so are you!

Amongst a heap of slithery minds,
Mistakenly, I bartered her for gold
Once, twice, thrice: Sold.
Yes, now the abalone is Sold!

I wish,
A few days from now,
The dipsomaniac is all shattered
SpillFrames, Seeking Trails
Get out sweet child o'mine
We all gotta rock'n'roll!

That's the story for now
SpillFrames, Crazy Trains
Writing alphabets, framing parodies
A bud is about to bloom!
The shades of black & red that covered me once,
Were ready to wither and drool!

So, as I said Wits can be colourful at times
Mine were more inclinated towards her side,
But I unchained the ones that were once chained,
The kid that was hiding within:
I let you free again and you're all set to grow!
-affluent Retard✍
P.S: Thanks for Reading😬✌

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