She landed on a new territory of hizz n buzz. Discovered the reality of love n hatred. Standing in the mid of daze n confused, like a glittering stone. Poundering, wondering...
In the darkness hour, she thought she could live without battery. Teardrop falling from her eyes, she thought she could live without sunglasses.
Till she found her soulmate, bass n treble, an art form of sound. Flying bees n butterflies desperate of obtaining for her. Should it be honey or tar?
Money gone n pocket locked.
-the end-
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