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Friday, July 30, 2010


Days are counted on vile of precious night
I predict it’s meant a variable for fight
After the selfish less vacation from the province
Finally, it’s our waited so meaningful homecoming
It’s been a while, or seems untouch of miles
When you promise for your return with smile
In time the pity’s nation redeem peace’s hour
And fascist proclaimed their doom and bow
I put a glazes pierce with my excited eyes
For me to meet you –the friend of mine
But on that day, when I finally see how fine you are…
It’s a darkest days which visits my essentials,
Who puts you on the coffin-?
I wish it’s not the peace you’ve been talking

The peace on your Tomb...


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