When he turns to look at her,
A pair of merciless eyes appears,
No need thousands words to convey,
The message that is hidden behind,
The red curtains, the way he moves,
Away with no gesture of love and kindness,
Thousands of arrows need not pierce her,
To be pieces, the one cruel gesture,
Has made her heart to be shot with,
Cognitive revolver, whenever his eyes reappear,
In the screen of her blank 6 D theater,
The merciless eyes not disarmingly look at her.
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