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Sunday, April 06, 2008
Goodnight Sweetheart
A gentle touch,
A stare with love,
A portait of the past,
A goodbye to broken heart...
A word of goodbye,
A question of why,
A denial of reality
A hope of impossibility...
A silent lips,
A gentle kiss,
A time...a place...
A love so unrest...
posted by Ilangilang |
8:57 PM
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