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Sep 2017
I sit alone
In this dark cold room
As if my soul have been locked in the house of my body
Then my heart turned to stone-
and my soul turned to ice
I've been thinking too much of you
Your name starts a quake in my being
Soulless through the eyes but not in your heart
We once broke each other apart.
1:55 A.M
Sahir Bhat
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