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Jun 2014
The truth sounds, like a death march,
When you believe, only a lie can find its place in your heart.
Silent whispers beckoning to forget what is real,
And with the heart of a child, you fall for that which sounds nice.
Meenu Syriac
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Meenu Syriac  India
(India)   
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