Drizzles, and a chill in the air.
Pain born, love lost.
Nobody left to care.
A lovely morning- the pain begins again.
Love lost- all it left back was pain.
I'm still complete- only love was lost.
The sun isn't warm anymore...
It's just a ball of frost.
The sun sets.
A break-off from the fight.
Sex and cigarettes - on a cold Calcutta night.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
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