Four Month of me
Starts with Hopes and Contented
No for desire; yet to done a wish
A big wish, a big hope
12 Months in a count to run out
To run out of the hell of numerical method
To run out this ‘should I live in this place?’
Please. Enough
Living in the linger of liar
It all being hypocrisy
Hypocrisy of me
Nearly to come,
Nearly to run of being sinned
Mr. July 2010,
I am waiting.
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