Saturday, June 25, 2015

Escape is like a lost asset
In the blankets of your delusional fumes
No one will sleep, if no one’s dreaming
Perhaps, am I asleep by infatuation deep
This growth belongs to me
But underneath grows your beauty
Alluring my every desire foreseen
So, come to me, replenish me
Dear, you’ve been my every sad morning..

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