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"When the dream is gone"
It is not often that one's thoughts serenade into those mystical spaces, that otherwise exist, but for us, just in the mind.
But her's did, always.
She called it, yearning for a life, altogether different.
I called it being untamed.
She was definitely not one of us.
1 comment:
Let her go, let her be, untamed, wild. :)
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
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