A cold air shivered down my spine
As I see you walking same as mine
In a dark alley under the moonlit night
I saw your beautiful figure down my path
Soon I heard someone saying, "hi!"
I froze as I turn around and doubt my sight
I felt, once again, the air shivered down my spine
Standing in front of me, a headless lady, while I'm high
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Poetica (Compilation of Poems)
ПоэзияCompilation of poems Poetica is a latin word for Poetry Credits to the owner of the picture in the story cover
