You give me a fistful pain,i shall sell you some dreams;
dreams in red, blue, green. which one you need, dear soul?
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Sound
Cherubic, its i hear --mid night foot steps-- --the bangle sounds-- all that remained plangent along the corridors.. -- --- within the closed pages of my diary the less understood lines murmur when the words get rearranged..
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within the closed pages of my diary
the less understood lines murmur
when the words get rearranged..
aha!
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