The day I immured You within the perfume of my silence, You furloughed me within the lullabies of my irrational loneliness..
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Wednesday, 29 October 2014
When knocked at his door, he invited the death god to join him for the
last toast of life, sang loudly once more, kissed the last
bottle of wine he had and said it aloud, "in my 8×12 abode, I had lived
like a king and departing like a king too."
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