every other movementmy heart
it pulls me out of the shape
asks
why the hell
the dummy ruitine
i brush aside
walk the lonely way
in a quest
to find
may be your auora
going besides
the lanes of life
the hazy ends
and the starts
i find
at the day end
a change
it tunes my heart
but i find
another vaccuum
my heart
it curses a lot
why the hell
you're not
there around
my brain
it looses
its stoic patience
strike a discordant tone
go to hell
she resides there
i ask myself
where's that
source inspire: shingly bird, mallika sherawat, pu chd india
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