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Scars...

The scars on your forehead
remind me of the pasts you hide from me.
The hidden truths of your life that slowly take shape on the wheel of destiny...
The countless pain you hide in your smiles
I want to be a part of them.
I know not what in me wants to reach out to you,
Wipe away sordid melancholy from the very root of you.
How so strange it is,
I crave for your smile....since you let it seep into the surreal darkness of life...
I am a weed longing too much for a blooming flower. Longing too much, for you...
I love you...

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