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Thursday, September 18, 2008

The scratch

You knew why I was not come to you.
We hid the same thing despite us had been never touching.
Remember when the last time we met.
We gazed at each other without the wink not want to free.
There is aura covered us, from the tumult of the chest.
That wanted to break all the available obstacles.
Like the tumult of sea without the break welcomed the storm.
Oh, horrifying of tumult on the chest that we the prison so many old.
Continued pound on wanted immediately to join in the struggle was full of the outstanding enjoyment sensation.
The struggle that would pulverize us without the remnants in the game of the love without the break, without us knew his tip.
If not because of the cold soft wind from the deep of the heart, we were swallowed by our tumult personally.
I was shaking and shivered, you also just as, afterwards we fell headlong.
But that continued to whip and tear us, whether until.
Let the tumult was protracted with the time trip, until was buried in our heart.
Remain that a scratch.
It is hoped Allah, the owner of the Most Great Love strengthened the scratch.
As the sign that we had had something that was extraordinary, something that was most beautiful we ever had.
Then will be belong to us forever.

September 2008
JH Alifulhaq

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