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I FEEL PAIN

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Nights are cold, memories are eld.

In the lap of voice I was ere.

Was harking some voice in late night air.

I thought a Mead and sweet dream with perfervid.


I prefer lenity so calm, deep minded with ease.

I  thought  I  was  overwhelmed  by  its  grace.

Slowly, gently I went to to appease.

Like a morning breeze blew on my face.


Her love gone quietly, patiently and stygain.

Didn't live, couldn't slumber. Didn't even endure pain.

I asked my mind if I had gone through the rain. 

I felt hard pain. Again, again and again.



BY:-      𝙰𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙻 𝙶𝙷𝚄𝙻𝙰𝙼 𝙱𝙷𝙰𝚃. 

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