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I always have hands for people in the dark. But then, Who shall wait for me when darkness covers my flesh and soul? Who shall pull me out, when dying is the only option I've got? Perhaps, a filthy being like me has to awfully die when an apocalypse hovers me.

Dear October, Please be gentle with my skin. I still have an eternity left to weather alone.

The love I have for you, speaks of volumes. of melodies & whispers, echoing endlessly through the sky.

In the month of cherries and brown, I shall always look for the crimson in you.