somenights are just like that...
I walk by her side
under the moonlight
and the shadows of buildings come out to play
upon me...her face...as the streets silent stay
witness to our nocturnal stroll...
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The State Funeral
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th...
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