SILENCE COMES AND STANDS BY THE DOOR,HER FACE HIDDEN LIKE THOSE WHO CURSED THEIR LUCK FOR NOT BEING STRONG
OR,MAY BE AS LEAST BOTHERED AS THE FIRE FLIES PRAISING THE STREET MUSICIANS ,IF I REALLY TOLD I LOVED U ,YOU MIGHT HAVE THOUGHT AM WRONG
THE SELF QUARRELLED ALOT WITH THE PERSON WHO HAS BEEN CREATED TO THE WORLD TO MAKE THE ART OF LIVING RELEVANT WITH TIME
WHENEVER YOUR TENDER HANDS HELD MINE MINE I REMEMBER MY SCORPIAN'S LIFE,MY PYTHON'S LIFE THE KILLER LIFE OF MINE
I GET CONFUSED AT CERTAIN POINTS IF I HAVE ALWAYS BELIEVED THAT SETTING MYSELF FREE IS HELPING MYSELF AND EVERYONE ELSE THEN WHY DID I NEVER BOTHERED TO KNOW???
EVEN THE FACE THAT LAY UNDERNEATH A SMILING BRIGHT UNDETERRED SOUL CREAPS AS MUCH AS EACH DAY THINGD GET ATTACHED I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT I HAVE'NT LEARNED TO LET GO
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