trinity aana

when its lonesome
its alone
perhaps
i live in a cage
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suno, kabhi jo hum sach mey mil he gaye to

mujhsey lag kar gale tum bahut ro leyna
...

it happens everyday, i die
and i relive, everyday
of black magic forests, clutter my being
everyday,
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a life gone by.....suspectedly self sustaining
it ignited self.....self immolating
courageously it pass itself by..............
its another life....time.....
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i tried to fathom my self in disguise..........
of a.....
little girly girl...
two pigtails... or a ponytail.... red satin ribbons
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i wish you to have a life commited to yourself
me mine i all is engulfed in you.........commit
rounded off to a millionth number
memorize snuggling shimmering
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why is that you and me
talk of after life............
beyond time...............
what do we aspire to find
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river side go hand in hand with flowing water,
star light shine hand in hand with fireflies,
hand out to me some nector some rays, now.
hand out to me some flight some anchor, now.
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one day before we were destined to embark on our final journey
promise that we will sit on deep blue rug
scarlett cushion under my head
a goblet filled of special martini
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aha...! ! !
God casted a gold nugget.. in cosmos
two waves started be seen
turmoil...... of many many ever widening... waves.....
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HAND IN GLOVE WE WERE LIKE TWO WORMS IN A PEA POD
WHEN WE WERE UP THERE
I CAME YOU CAME, I SAW YOU
YOU SAW ME
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Hey, Honey, call me whenever
i want to hear you out, any time of the year
whenever you feel like calling me, telling me,
today, tomorrow, exactly nintyeight and eleven
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Oh! so its you, discerning, as only you can be
persuasion, grit plain nude grit, perturbing, you
let sleeping lions sleep let bluebird be quiet
your esteem arises from organic force, your sin original.
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my life was no. not was, for me its still..is..
got pain got hurt got cheated got some beautiful things too
but
now
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so far so good
i am heading for my swan song
they see me..laughing
i seems a jolly good fellow
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contractual habit we took oath for, what on earth can make you forget it
rental asked was prepaid in heavy sighs,
the grassland you showed to me
tha attic, that attic, you said was a hidding room
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one day at a time, it was slow death
life when squeezed out
can never be reloaded
paste out of a tube like
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me still wait to get use to the idea
of not in your memory
oh! ! please, let it grow
let it take roots
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it happens most often
i grab a piece of today
and
i turn it into a charcoal
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one fine day very very soon
we will be sitting alone
perched on a armchair
feet up...! !
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