Sometimes I will
miss you badly. You won't cry
easily unashamed.
Legacy of stairwell?
Wanting peace? Dying was
beautiful. Don't go.
When the words quit
your lips would move noiselessly
silent holocaust.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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