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, June 20, 2016
Suicide
I
watch a train pass by Not crushing body to squash I'm on other track by the way That is different from my love
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