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Aug 2013
This was the last time
Now, I call quits
I realized it earlier too
Still, wanted to stick.

You have your peace
I will keep mine
I do not believe in destiny
this is just not my time .

When the skies become clear
Masks worn will get torn
When You will realize my worth
I will be gone.

I am not precious for you
I know.
Still, who says Simple things need
no Love and care.

Love is not touch alone
Love is not singing songs
Love is all about we
Love needs no eyes but only a heart to see.
Love is understanding without words
If life is sea, love is its shore.

This is love for me
What it means to you
I am not sure.
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Written by
Ira Blossom
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