try to understand my heart pains and just not the beat ,My expecting arms are waiting to hug just not ur memories ......
I wanted to in hell the fragrance of ur body just not the dry Rose's in my book....
my expecpecting path of hope.. is waiting for ur foot steps and not just the dry leaves...
before my hope shattered with lonely calm drowsy moon , before this happen u come soon
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