And it was on the blurry fair ride
That I realised I was in love with your scared soul and and sad eyes,
I was in love with the tears and constant crys...
why did you leave without a single goodbye?
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Blur; Poetry
When you are blur in this world and the world is blur.
And we all are blurred, distorted, vague, deformed, m...
