Sunday, February 22, 2009

Week 8, 2009


We fought for a while and then surrendered to each other in a hug.

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I was chiseling out the old nail-polish from her fingers, She was searching for my white hairs.

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At last She kept a rose on my heart, ..that was in my funeral.

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She doesn't call me these days,.. My telephone receiver must be missing my kisses..

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You don't need to have wings, a true love would make you fly in air. But, I prefer the Technology.

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