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Mar 2015
Thou wander'st desperately
Carrying thy frozen heart
in shaking, worrisome hands

Lack of love breaks thee
A beg of good fate- remains an unheard plea
Thy life an endless winter
without even a measly 'camp fire'

Thou art cold, unwillingly, remorsefullyย ย cold
Craving warmth for thy forsaken *****
An ***** that has never been played
A thing thou carriest
An instrument called thy heart.
An ***** that has never played- the music of love.ย ย 

9:28 am- Tuesday, 3rd, March, 2015

Doubt anyone would get this..
Tahirih Manoo
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Tahirih Manoo  F/Under The MoonLight 131
(F/Under The MoonLight 131)   
   Amitav Radiance and ryn
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