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Apr 2013
The hungry flames lick the air
like a symphonist's finger
as he strokes the beloved strings of his guitar,
Masterfully plucking our memories
& private thoughts with such envious ease.
We sit...
here in the silence of contemplation's own rhythmic beat,
We sit...
being defiled by beauty & yet loving every second of it.
J
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J  uganda
(uganda)   
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   Kenan Eren
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