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Sunday, August 27, 2006

The glances were so dear. A hidden agenda we had behind is what everyone is looking. We knew each other I'm sure of that. I also know that you and I harbour the thoughts we telepathed in the past. We knew each other and kissed so many scenes. We locked our hands and walked the streets. The voice of you remains that sweet. The voice that listens me to sleep. The eyes which chatted me to sleep. I know everything. Who's right and wrong at which ever incident I'm clear of that. I'm at my utmost guts and declare admits for those I'm wrong. I've never done those before I know. If ever a description of self-despise of myself is needed for you to sense that need of a chance from a sincere me you never seen before, I'm always ready.


Can you just, bestow me you again ?



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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