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All I can remember now is his voice.His whispers to my ears are snakes on quilt..
I have become his part and not a part of mine is now left for me.I wish I could see him again as my restless eyes want some peace. I want his presence to touch my soul, to dig my heart, to freeze my breaths.The blowing breeze faints me down, takes away my sensibilities,tortures me and kills my imagination.

I am tired of faking my realities..so helpless...so ........