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Books,let’s talk of books was what he last said, Before on the smoky ruins lay his head, A million hopes; Lay shattered in the library, And library,concentration camps Of small books,of large books,of thin books,of fictions,of non-fictions,of science.. “None shall read or write”,proclaimed the sword For,the sword is mightier than the pen Numerical endlessness, Bound volumes; Limited editions- Demolished,devastated,annihilated! So nimbly,so dextrously Seized ! The anthology, B

He touched her perfectly carved body She held him tight when he kissed her lips A stunningly endowed girl, She could incarcerate anyone in the cage of her beauty, But it was she who was captive this time. She found herself falling for him with every caress His body was pasture to her gleaming eyes She found pure joy in his body, in his heart The warmth of his breath, Poisonous yet sweet, on her bosom Made her surrender. She found the epitome of happiness in the embracings, Em

And then their eyes met, And everything was said, Yet not a word escaped their mouths. Slowly, they came in close. His hands on her graceful waist, Pulling her, Like the horizon embracing the sun. Intoxicated he was, by her fragrance Like the fresh breeze of the ocean. Their bodies touched, And all stood still. The warmth of her was so soothing, Yet so exciting. He looked at her face, Her dark brown eyes reflecting her desire. He touched her lips, soft like pet

As I drink from my last living being, I am drawn to my sorrow filled memories. This all happened too fast; I could not stop myself from devouring my beloved. Now she has been banished to the fiery depths of Hell. My love has left me, my lust now has control; as her father approaches me with a stake, and I am ready to be banished into the world of black, my body to lay in the dust. With my broken heart and final tears, I am preserved forever into memories. Our ring lay, still