Here we are again
--Dancing... in the same tune.
Without knowing,
--Our steps will change soon.
Each steps...
Each touch-- your caress.
Will soon be perish--
In the end--
Our dance will end its process.
Jr.
Poetry of Dreams
Unbearable Pain
The pain is unbearable I don't know how long I can handle the pain. It is unexplainable It will stay prolong Until this life will drai...
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