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Apr 2015
Tied are those hair,now
which was a grip for love making
Abandoned are those hand
which sets the motion for rhapsody
the soul,she thought she knew
traded with cheat,
An amour to be specific
but yet she believed
love could exist,
forgiving the sin
but there was no forgetting
so,she leaves...
Sometimes memory serves less pain than reality.
Insane Reverie
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Insane Reverie  i live in fantasy
(i live in fantasy)   
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