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Words are born

without clothes

don’t over dress them…




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I’ve rinsed my pain through spiritual

notes no one can hear but me.

I forgive all my years

wandering round

in disbelief

And when beauty sings

her perfect line

agony releases her sting.

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Day 2, (Journey) All I have…


Can it Be?

Borrowed Love.

And she ain’t dead.

Inside my head.

Stupidly sitting.

On highways left side.

But she can’t spare, her own socks full of sorrows,

all because,

she borrowed love.

Day 2,Journey