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Jan 2017
Where there is longing; there is pain.
The two are an inseparable pair,
waltzing together.
Spinning, spinning.
Round and round,
again and again.
I feel sick.
When will this horrible dance end?
When will I ever experience the real thing,
leaving no sign of longing?

-m.b
galaxy of myths
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galaxy of myths  26/F/Malaysia
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