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Dec 2016
In the cage of my body, a prisoner is my soul...
Wants everyone happy, that's the life's goal..

Her husband is the one who she is searching for,
Dressed in the garment of simplicity, him she adore

Sits with plans to write, to write about him,
Lost in memories, concentration consumed by eyes filled to brim.

Despite the pain of separation, She wears her smile, for people to laugh..
Mocking continuously, yet she keeps her head high as a giraffe..

An animal, she is.. epitome of uselessness...
She is perfect example of self carelessness..
Dead lover
Written by
Dead lover  Agartha
(Agartha)   
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