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At the horizon, lies the memories of a car ride, Of the last summer night... At the horizon, lies the memories of a car ride, Of the last summer night...
I see myself as the feeble memory, Holding on to its fading image somewhere cradling within the g... I see myself as the feeble memory, Holding on to its fading image somewhere c...
I cannot have ardent afternoons without having my skin melting onto his anymore. I’d draw new fro... I cannot have ardent afternoons without having my skin melting onto his anymore....
A passionate entreaty about love-making where existence is like an explosion, "a collision of our ce... A passionate entreaty about love-making where existence is like an explosion, "a...
My eyes stutter at a frivolous hour, It’s just that I, Now live.. My eyes stutter at a frivolous hour, It’s just that I, Now live..
The hues of green and brown in his eyes reminds me of a memory, The garden back in my old home w... The hues of green and brown in his eyes reminds me of a memory, The garden b...
I paint a memory down the lane, Of the strings you play... I paint a memory down the lane, Of the strings you play...
In a relationship that hurts, the poetess finally finds the courage to stop blaming herself and beli... In a relationship that hurts, the poetess finally finds the courage to stop blam...
The songs you let out of me, They're gonna ask me to sing again, Against all odds and evens, ... The songs you let out of me, They're gonna ask me to sing again, Against a...
Carved in a single letter, Carved in a paper which surpass reality, We are real And we are ... Carved in a single letter, Carved in a paper which surpass reality, We are...