‎Friday, ‎June ‎13, 2014

As I write as I wrote to her in piles of letter
My eternity definition goes to failure
In love again, it’s my defeat I always proclaimed
Not that no one came to heal or to save
But something rare and bizarre like she
Never betide me again, never I felt the same
And maybe I never heard of beating sound in those rain

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