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I have been watching days pass by,
silently.
The colours in the sky as they get darker and darker by time,
shades of red and orange being more vibrant as the sun sets beautifully into night.

And as it grows, i have fallen in love with nightfall,
even more so now than ever before.

Because it is within night that we met,
and i could feel your presence there.
your constant special presence.

Night, when words fade and things come alive.
Night is the mother of thoughts.

***

Believe, and our blades will not break.
Believe, and our hearts will not bend.

i thank ALLAH,
for all i've got.

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Huda J.
11 November.
Nanyang Poly - SBM.
God's Child.
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u can walk down the typical scorpio lane with me,
but really..i am fragmentary,
a patchwork of life's most beautiful elements.

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*My Gallery*
*The Poet & herPendulum*
*BaBy QiE*
*Lily Nelain*
*aBg no0ch-Cham*
*darL hoOpla*
*my QueEn 0f SacaRsM*
*Eddy*
*Mas's LJ*
*Mas's Bloggy*
*Rachel LJ*
*Amanda*
*Nona Malinda*
*Wid*
*Joey*
*Nur Misuari*
*NiSa*
*AMIRAWWR*
*Shimah*

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