if i pretend to be a saint,
Will u save me tonight in warmth of those wide arms,
When hearts asleep,and souls cry...
If i pretend to feel good,
Will u hold my tears,
That flow in oceans of universe like a fierec fear....
if i pretend to be a pretty faced,
Will u turn off the lights,
Those who judge my rudness,those who blind my sight...
If i pretend to care of those rigid feels,
Will u lay before me the carpet of love, and ornament of its desireful hue,
When souls stink at hight time, and time fears of looking behined....
Hiramalik
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