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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Being Haunted

She never talk even always walk beside me,
when anything goes wrong she just shake her head
and knocking my mind with her smile..
I agree that she's beauty, haunting me and always.

Slippering my step if she get nothing to answer but doesn't respect on my wheel.
I won't pull it down, Event it is Not A Distances that I Admire.
I lingering in the door way to tell the story.
In my feel the people's is fly away,

and inside I just can watch my proper chaos in this reality.
Something always wait everyone to bright again.
And once again I feel these peoples are fly away.
No more snoozing, no more poetry, this the ended???

See what happend next...

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Aku hanya manusia biasa, beri kata-kata bukan jura..