Illusion of freedom p.1, (day1)A Poem by M.Dsharing my weekdays of mental idleness and trying to understand myself be free to tear this piece apartThis city is asleep, weeps of rain and anguish
Her scents are around - whirl me till i'm lost I am silent, as unrecorded hollow disc I alas has failed, too late to yell - will melt! I thought I'm out of scorching heat, not out of glass This case can't be fixed by lifelike lessons © 2011 M.DReviews
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7 Reviews Added on December 20, 2011 Last Updated on December 20, 2011 AuthorM.DSingaporeAboutNo...[Takes her hand and leans in to whisper] because I took your pulse. Elevated. Your pupils dilated. I imagine John Watson thinks love’s a mystery to me, but the chemistry is incredibly simpl.. more..Writing
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