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It is already late The city is still covered with a veil of thick fog Two lives are just separating   from an effusive knotted hug The Sun is said to be lazy A lively breeze is inciting a fire,under the inertia the body is aching Eyes ever beguiled, are hazy And my inside? something thrilling is moving The question I am hammered with "What are you doing?"
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 6:18 PM UTC
The Morning
It is already late The city is still covered with a veil of thick fog Two lives are just separating   from an effusive knotted hug The Sun is said to be lazy A lively breeze is inciting a fire,under the inertia the body is aching Eyes ever beguiled, are hazy And my inside? something thrilling is moving The question I am hammered with "What are you doing?"
kdpgrahi@2011
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 6:18 PM UTC
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