I may not
make a difference
like everyone
I dreamt of doing so.
There are rats
who die so young
unknown to the neighbors.
I love to die
like a pig
when the sun
kisses the sea
Never dare
to kiss me
my heart smells bad
it is so young
Remember
kiss is infectious not love.
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Author:
Hribhu Dey (
Offline) - Published: May 18th, 2011 23:22
- Category: Love
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