Cloud 9!!

insomniac eyes of mine,
and the dazzling head of mine,
and the spinning feels,
i asked the patience of mine,
the reason of devoiding ,
and the tremors of remorse,
the pain of sighing,
and the secret of hideous desires,
and the croud of memories,
the cuts of sharp edges,
in a month of january...
husshhhh...
silence!!
the dreams i am dreaming on cloud 9,
bug me not any more,
i am not fine!!


hiramalik


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