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Posted on | October 10, 2006 | Comments Off

drunk again,
and of course,thinkng of you also..
seeing you in other people,
hoping for a reality which was not to be,
i wait for life to pass me by,
taking its own time,
and course…

the tranquil beauty of death is inviting,
and yet i am too cowardly,
or maybe scared of losing even the no-hope,
that someday you might be back even?
and still the night was very silent,
a chill of mourning under all the happy crap i talked,
like old men sitting under older banyan trees,
i also mourn old dreams,
and the death of lies.

time tells me i should move away,
and i ask myself..
should i?

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