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My last plea

Saturday, January 5, 2013

And so i leave, with love for you
the land we reunited
by the pile o pyre
as the lamps expire
with me smiling, as usual
and sadness furrowed deep
the feast is yet to come
with a memory
remembered forever
what about having a kiss
that'd never die ever?

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