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Nov 2016
And in my dreams is the only time I see you..
But unreal.. and far from the truth.
How can I, then,
speak so casually and cold to you?
...Just imitate what you do?
When I'm infatuated with your hand and pen?
How am I your hell and you are my heaven?
Twisted Dreams and vivid smells
Very rarely unite and then unveil
Jinn Prashanti
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Jinn Prashanti  DMI
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