The Battle

She pretends to be impassive, not giving any emotions away and it doesn’t matter what she desires, for she pulls a shroud upon her giving nothing away, and if he insists, she answers his yearnings with impeccable silence, but this time the battle is on, his deviant love taking off one brick at a time from the tall walls she raised made of perturbations and devious societal norms – the juxtaposition of a passionate dolt

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