Friday, July 14, 2006

my impossible love

Dreams lived as life,
life disrespected.

Self-paralysed mind,
point of life lost,
slave to one self.

In love with the thought,
not her flesh and blood.
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  1. Nupur4:41 PM

    It is always the thought, the devil that rawrs

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