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My filthy soul

Am I a wandering dervish or a subtle rumi?
You know the answer?
No, you can’t
It is me, with my soul, wandering
With the subtle thuds of sufi air
It is me lying to you people about love
I am a lier and you are morons
We make up a great couple
Just sit here and gulp down this truth
I am not a dervish, neither Rumi
I am a as cruel as my rumbling heart
Dirt filled blood with a filthy stink
I am a lier and you are morons
We both gonna drown in our own blood
We gonna die a reckless death.

By aamerbasher

Aamir Bashir is a Romance fiction writer. He has been writing for a while. Her Choice to Love is his first book.

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