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Dec 2014
Slowly I crumble
to the vows of yesterday
now I maybe alive,
but with the pouring rain
I am falling hard
against our broken road
my home is in a secluded place
far from your reach.
Alas, you still promise,
that you will be there for me-
Without knowing where I breathe.
Musarrat Bte Salam
Written by
Musarrat Bte Salam  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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