Posted by Hazel Dream on 12:57 AM
   Pink stranger, come close
More closer, let me radiate my heart
As it is an organ with inferno
Let me have a glimpse of your soul.
Oh no you are just another slave
Lost, drifting near my spirit
You are not the Spartacus
Was it my optimism which cheated me?
Yet again
Go, go away and toil in the fields of destiny
And reap the shackles
So I collapsed in my dreamy dungeon.
Spartacus with never come?



hmmm arent we all like that stranger?


We all are fighting the shackels of destiny....I guess no Spartacus will come to liberate us. We have to be our own Spartacus!

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