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Spaces...

....................
....HerSobsPunctuated
TheSilentPoetry
IHadToOffer
BetweenUs.
WordsWereBetrayed
ByTheSelfishAgony.
AndRemorsefully
ILovedThePain.
AllIHadWasToEndear
TheDistance.
SoISnappedOffTheSpaces
BetweenUsTo
FillTheGapThat
WordsCouldn't
AndSilenceRefused....
.................ToFill,Ever.


SoUmY@

[Sorry for the pain to your eyes.But I am merciless.Lolz]


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Rukhiya said…
Spaces-So required,so un-required.Though this goes for the latter,it nevertheless encompasses the grand 'space'-of love!
Brilliance just got a synonym-Soumya!
Undoubtedly left me in tears-will stand a perpectual favorite for all time to come!
all said..words are such futility in description of something so '............
April 17, 2008 8:02 AM
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