She never left me.
I died too early.

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If betrayal is an art
The whole world is an artist.

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I have built for you a palace of dreams inside my heart
Which floats on the ocean of blood.

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Have you touched me
Or, Lord Jesus himself?
It aroused a dead soul.

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"He" is as fake as promises.

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Bara be-dard hai ye Dard mera
Dard, tu Dard Kyun nhi deta?

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Will the nightingale sing again, will I dance in rain again, will I again savour the honeydew on your lips, will again I hide myself under the velvety blanket of your skin?

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If "U" promise to be one of my readers, I will write for you a divine love story, between God and one of his prophets, lost in love for his God, which will never end.

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My words are merely the figments of imagination of my frenetically palpitating heart.

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Ye alam hai meri bebasi ka,
Mera Khuda bhi ek Insaan nikla.

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