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Of silent muffled sounds, Of present pains and future yearnings, Of casted long gazes, Of deep hurtful longing. Of memories buried 6 feet, Of dreams that would never be, Of well laid sheets, Of familiar rumples gone forever. Of flesh turned to dust, Of a journey barely started, Of for better for worse, Of till death do us part. Pain of a widow.. ©Tau_hid
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Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
Widows dirge
Of silent muffled sounds, Of present pains and future yearnings, Of casted long gazes, Of deep hurtful longing. Of memories buried 6 feet, Of dreams that would never be, Of well laid sheets, Of familiar rumples gone forever. Of flesh turned to dust, Of a journey barely started, Of for better for worse, Of till death do us part. Pain of a widow.. ©Tau_hid
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Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 5:32 PM UTC
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