The sleep deprived her,
for the thoughts of his deceit
clouded her mind
and she,
lost in the tremors of his guile,
and entwined in the angst of his artifice, she honed her vengeance
waiting for the moment
when she will accost him
with her penchant smile
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Nice post
Nothing like the fury of a woman.
Nice job.
smiles do hold some power, don’t they!? love this!
Beautiful. Her penchant smile and her vengeance.👌👌
thanks so much my friend
Thanks so much for your kind words
Thanks so much, Draven. Much appreciate your read
Beautiful
Beautiful poem yet again!!
Thank you so much
Thanks so much l, Kranti
Loved the end👌
oh…nothing like a scorned woman.Well penned.
My pleasure 😊
Thanks so much, Yasmin
thanks so much my friend 😊🌸
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