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
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Tuesday, March 08, 2011
Missin U … M
Taste of life tickled from moist lips Warmth of heartfelt in embraces and grips I miss not just your love but anger My tears feel like pleasure’s weave as pain lingers
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