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Monday, March 28, 2016

No one told me, what was this feeling that came uninvited and ravaging-
The black clouds over dainty sky, and the long silence before mountains eye; I knew it to feel the same way like when I broke myself before love arrived and later, I tearing every part of them. Yes, I was the storm in every lightning strike, and the ache after parallel paradise, with people and without them the other time. I was love but I was also the breaker, the one who never learned to count the blessings of one’s appetite.


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