There was a time when she had just come into my life like thunderbolts of white lightening; igniting each pore my penuriously famished skin; with infernos of
insatiably burgeoning desire,
While today when she abandoned me; I felt worse than a frigidly dying matchstick; with all scarlet blood in my veins now metamorphosing into trash more insipidly
worthless; than the stinking gutters.
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