looking at the moon....eyes bit moist and heart still beating strong.....looking for the lost soul somewhere in the dark....i wish i could see it in here.....
its difficult to die at times but thats the level where you get out of your body.....and the soul sees the doors of the bright light and the walks towards it to get burnt into it.....kissing the fragile saturation of the things known and the things unknown.............
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dint understand the link wd morrison kko nai mara title..
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