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I loved her more than my life. I still do.. They call me a criminal of the holiest belief & may be I am if ‘love’ is crime . It all happen500 words, 2 comments, February 14, 2006. In , Depression
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- Confessions @ the eleventh hour..! (A Story) at allpoetry
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It’s breezy outside. Weeks have passed in wilderness and my journey finally seems to be nearing an end. The clear sky looks like a never-ending ocean. After many years some long lost thoughts have again re-appeared. - A Dream…! at allpoetry
Words can’t describe this worthy soul
Moment of truth wrapped up in poles
- The GAME...! at allpoetry
The game ends with a soul lost in dismay;
“Here goes the martyr they say!
