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Sleepless Nights


The silly sleepless nights With his words, taunting as close my eyes Those nights and the ecstasy heights , Every Breath, haunting me the fresh wounds as the unsettling fire fights From soul; taking away the inner peace Turning each moment to black and whites Close to heart, far from his words Spoiling me with the inner lights, then fading away taking all my sight. Trembling lips and the watery eyes Can't even mourn still the heart hurts Thinking of him in the gloomy sad state In the sleepless nights till the conscious pass outs.
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