Late Night.

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And if I could connect your eyes to my soul, oh darling how much would you see. 

And if I could find a way to introduce you to my mind, oh how much would I give. And how surprised would you be. 

Oh dear, if you could only stare at my eyes as you would stare at a car's window during the rain. Oh how much would you understand about the mixture of happiness and inexplicable sadness running through the path of the forgotten woods within myself, forgotten because they are full of ashes and all that could've had the chance to go out, however the pride and the remorse were stronger. 

Oh darling, don't you ponder with such pity, there's nothing to understand, those who have mastered disillusion can actually comprehend without words. 
Silence is composed by seven, but it says more than a thousand.

~Salma..

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