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A Screenplay by fatimah
We walked under the velvety sky. In the beach, feet sunk deep. The waves banged into each other and hugged each other in massive embraces. Their merge..
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When our eyes first met, the grand catastrophe began
I lost myself in the depths of your eyes
Fell for the love in your embrace
When feelings were ..
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A Screenplay by fatimah
I had waited too long for this. Now was the time. The time which was to mark the sating of my vengeance and now was the time when i left emblems of bl..
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A Screenplay by fatimah
And my conscience and sanity wage wars against each other.
I, suffer either ways because i'm harrased like a chained mutineer
My conscience refuses ..
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A Screenplay by fatimah
It rained. And broke the heat swell. Winds rushed into each other, banged with such massive impact that their wild embraces sent gushes of winds throu..
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A Screenplay by fatimah
To keep a secret safe is like playing with fire. Take the risk of sharing it with someone and you hurt someone else. Hold on to it and you get burned...
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A Screenplay by fatimah
Time is an ambiguous delusion; incomprehensible and not understandable by common man. Time is nothing but a paradigm or relativity created by man for ..
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And i feel her gentle caress,
So I close my eyes.
And i feel her lips on my neck,
I turn around
and it's my shadow, me and loneliness
The nigh..
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in it, i've tried to comprehend the idea that intoxication lulls me into my past. a war. where redness of the wine reminds of the blood i lost
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People of a special creed,Born with different needs,They say we're amateurs.Of their own wills they aren't even sure.I flutter with the winds like a c..
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