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Saturday, October 15, 2011

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This world is a big hospital
All the people are sick here,
rotting and dying.

Dear,
Lets get out of here.

We go to the terrace,
me in my white shirt
and you in your light blue salwar
sun setting behind us.
your toes on mine,
You stand there,
completely in my arms
and your arms around my neck,

I love you,
you whisper through your fingertips.
and I respond with a smile.

Then you kiss me
Slowly, gently,
and
all the whole world melt between our lips

Thats the plan.

17 comments:

Be nice ;) Thats all.

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