indira babbellapati - A Poem of Thoughts as the Evening Faded: III

indira babbellapati - A Poem of Thoughts as the Evening Faded: III

Huddled we sit br In this universe br Not really knowing br One another br br When the baser instincts br Dance shamelessly br We take part br In the performance... br br Don't we all live br In the same glass-house br Don't we all dance br On the same fragile stage? br br Don't we, br Don't we...


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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