My search ends.
No longer I will wait
No more I will crave.
All the touches seems bland.
My senses detests the lust of a man.
No longer will I succumb to words.
Soulful : a mirage I had built.
Disenchanted and embittered
I silence myself to death.
No longer I will wait
No more I will crave.
All the touches seems bland.
My senses detests the lust of a man.
No longer will I succumb to words.
Soulful : a mirage I had built.
Disenchanted and embittered
I silence myself to death.
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