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The secret of a LOVE
She was walking into her dreams and saying her blues to her wishes. She was talking to a tonguemate, simply and without lie. She was tired of a mute scream. She liked to get lost into a place which had affection and love and may be she could feel them. Into her diary, there was a memory which she didn`t want it to be perished, burned and lost. Her memory was a secret that she didn`t want it to be revealed or to be cleaned of that black note book. She didn`t have a soundmate to say about her painful scream, to say about her heart`s secret.
Her tonguemate was being alone. It was raining into her look. She was really uneasy. She was living without beautiful spring, without this symbol of starting. She was traveling with winter, a numb season. She could travel with love. She could be the passanger of love. It would be a beautiful road in her life, if she could touch the true love. If she could feel relaxed with love, she would hug it very warmly, but she just looked at the place which was not for her, it was for the other eyes.
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