your love in my heart
as a rock made me like solid...and no deity can carry its weights but my heart...
only sighing can reduce...
a drug can heal its wounds?
while your eyes owned its pulses...
it just beats for your sake.
Poetry by salem
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Written on 2014-11-20 at 03:40
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