Somebody Please Help Us
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MatureComplete Sun, Jan 1, 2017<5 mins
Simple Thought Of Yours
Brought You Near Me
The Heart Started To Beat
It Was Messages That Tweet
Words Read By Me Stung
Like The Bumble Bee
I Caught Your Mood So Tense
You Talk To Me But Of No Sense
Thee My Worries Begun To Search In Madness
I Looked For The Reason For Your Sadness
I Left For Your Home
When I Reached, It Look Like Silent Dome
I Knocked At Your Door And Thee
Glass Being Broken On The Floor
Something Was Wrong Inside
And It Was The Thing Not To Abide
I Punched The Door Hard
And Down To Me
There Were Three Lizards
I Jumped Over The Wall
And Beside Me I Saw My Friends Fall
We Both Reached Together
The Garden Of Hanging
And Found The Drop Of Dew In Each Others Ocean
We Sang Scream And Cried
In The Rhythm Of
Somebody Please Help Us
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