Attachment Poem by Rafique Farooqi
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Wanted to give up,
and not to look back,
this trait of taste,
That's gone to distaste,
but hunted by smiles again.
and eyes stare with no blink,
and tongue bitten by,
rum again,
This addiction is tiring,
and i am not bad, to kneel before,
a dream to be unfinished,
where the doors and windows,
are open to me.
all the times.
This addiction is tiring, and i am not bad, to kneel before, a dream to be unfinished, ya and wait for the dreams to be finished or fulfilled... lovely thoughts after all we all live on hopes and dreams only..... read mien dreamland....foot steps and i could hear
A century completed, with a nice poem, addiction of all kind is bad, very bad. Just kidding, some addictions are sweet!
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4/28/2024 9:30:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
mannerism is the first step for addiction..we should not involve ourselves even by a simple mannerism or else it will go to addiction if its not be corrected...