I am a nomad who wish not to be a nomad. I loiter around my own solitude with eyes wide open towards a guest unexpected. I love with passion and feel the pain with total devotion. My heart is not too far away from a quick smile and a silent tear. I live life like as if... I lost sense of time
Do not
Monday, May 23, 2016
Exploitation
The prerogative is yours To break hearts and walk away The misery makes me wonder To be anguished or to go rebel
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