A thousand words unsaid;
Langour dat ceases to last;
In a rush of everyday life,
Where u hold the perfect pose,
A perfect smile,
And run miles in an automated robot style;
Thee fragrance if the soul,
Ever changing shades of mind,
Have to stay hidden and out of sight....
It's strange but true !!!!
Langour dat ceases to last;
In a rush of everyday life,
Where u hold the perfect pose,
A perfect smile,
And run miles in an automated robot style;
Thee fragrance if the soul,
Ever changing shades of mind,
Have to stay hidden and out of sight....
It's strange but true !!!!
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