Tiny love tales


PSR DIARIES
And he left for ever.
Her cheeks were still wet of tears , eyes still stuck at the half opened door. Her clavicles went up and down as she sobbed.  A part of her wanted to scream, cry, curse him loud, but her brain had planned the catharsis in a different way.
She went out in the porch and  danced .she danced for her lonesomeness,she danced for  his infidelity and buried that dead love.
All beneath the silver moon.

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