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March 23, 2012
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Closed eyes, deep silence, wild darkness and see,
Stopped time, no goodness no fearness to feel
Four white wide walls, a locked door but no key
All you can do is to ask who is she?
The angel took all her senses to feel
A closer voice near but she can hear,
Hands with red flowers , she wills them to steal,
The eyes she can’t see now want to be near,
The warmth of pink lips, the softness of hands
Seems no more gentle and no more so real.
Real friend is torture the only left sense
That gnaw heart and soul wishing to kill.

Closed eyes, deep silence, wild darkness to stay
She didn’t deserve the Valentine’s day.

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