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The soul is a traveler — the dust its cloak, eternity its home.

My heart desires hide behind your love

Such is your charm

Shyness  acts like a veil

to further prevent this damage , I introspect

And , Feelings of uncertainty has sprouted in my heart

But little did I know that like Silence , My love belongs to you .

I say , For My wounds to bleed 

And

To die a thousand time do I come here

Wherever you go , I go away with you 

I have no home but you.


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