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Real Soulmate

Real Soulmate

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Sweet words mean not love

It must be like oxygen to raise to breathe succumbed to death

One unforgettable tune that mother calls

On whose chest never feels fear of death

Soul dances spontaneously as wind flows fiercely.


A beauty splendor that never loses captivates as you worth that

 But here in silent zone

Nobody whistle or croon song at midnight as the serenade

Losing power of eyes here in frenzy of illusions to recognize you


Everything passes like dream of past night

And hell of fake heaven raking on cheap lay down and lie everybody for purity and integrity.

When we search agonizing truth in others it seems demeaning humiliating what worthwhile it serve you whole life.

Love is beyond mean disbelief peak of soul where someone reaches.

Really offers you rarely..



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