behined the curtains many
fo no words shall be uttered again
from the mouths of sanes,
from the hearts so fake,
from the gestures utterly lame.....
the hue of silver nights,
the songs of shallow hearts,
the mourn of lonely being,
the deception of self pity scars,
i now despise the faces of such feels,
that left my wounds on sharp edges unhealed!!
hiramalik
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i have taken this picture from google,it doesnot belong to me!!
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