Invisible Line
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Abdul Wahab
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I am nothing to you
You are same to me
But when I see your
Sullied face, moisture-
Eyes, red patches on
The cheeks, even in the
Coldest days I keep myself
Boiling inside, we are tied
with an invisible fine line,
if it is not love, let it not be
love, I do not care, gift it to
the beggars, I fear, the same
I will have to experience, so,
you see, I get increased the
level of my adrenaline, beat
my chest and sitting on the
fence, I engage in reckless
driving and in verbal abuse.
Bu şiiri puanla
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