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Jul 2012
June 4, 2010 at 9:43 pm

Worn away,
I know there's nothing left to say,
I know I'm awake by night & day,
I know that somehow I did stray,
So worn away,
No more,
Can I seize the skies & earth like before,
No ways, No keys to unlock the door,
Does cry my nightingale ,does soar,
& lives no more,
The wine,
Is the drops of blood of the heart of mine,
Is the screaming words written on this line,
Is a monaliza's face with it's million sign,
That's my wine,
The moan,
Is the resonating chill in every bone,
Is the lingering lament of a heart of stone,
Is the permanent whispers whose source is unknown,
My moan........**

Bisho
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