there were days when romance
had her fingers feel a tight grip
of his hand on the road again
and again on the gear

-and then the automatic came

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morning rains are
like God is sobbing on
our lonely nights

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beware of what you
say to yourself
coz you hold dark secrets
INSIDE

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no one has that
strength to hurt you
more than yourself

-

she once healed all those broken souls who claimed her to be a slut

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all yearn to shine in the darkness
but
light comes to those who
worked hard in collecting stardust

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sometimes talking is not a solution, staying alone and quiet is

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despite all the efforts,
darkness consumed her
that night

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we used to be
an endless conversation
until you got the
taste of life's other spices

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The vengeance is the truest form of poison.

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