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memor....hallucination

that cute little butt of hers
those beautifull brunette curls
that flows across her face
yeah the same one with button nose
and her smile
the one that goes all the way to her heart
it was nothing but a lie

oh why did i had to lie???
why did i had to break
that promise i made her
yeah i cried
but tears stopped right
before they reached my eyes

i had a reason for ending it
and she knew it
every bit
so well: even more than me
that she could tell
what i had to say


hello miss cuddles! well
you ain't there
thats just my hallucination
please don't stare at me
i can't bare to see
you go, where are you now???
nowhere but in my brain
-yakaa: jujaa
#felicity
(i wrote this one some two years back. back then i was called eklo yatri. meanings the same it's just a matter of language. dedicated to felicity. she meant the world to me. n even though we have drifted apart i still hallucinate her voice)

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