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Friday, 6 April 2012

Crossing roads, again.

 A stranger came to my doorstep one day
I let him in with my golden keys
Raven haired and twinkling eyes
Charmer

Words of ease















Tongue of gods
Capture my eyes 
With A mere Glance

Once an object of perfection
I am nothing but the epitome of taint
The path shows a fork
The charmer Leaves for the left
I am but left with the right choice
It is time to Go
Good bye.

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