Bruised lips.
Touched body.

Lost innocence.
Wounded love..

Comments

  1. Misterio VidaSeptember 29, 2011 at 2:58 AM

    so simple yet so profound...

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  2. Brian MillerSeptember 29, 2011 at 3:28 AM

    sadness....why we have to take something as beautiful as intimacy and twist it with our greed is beyond me...

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  3. Sakhi.September 29, 2011 at 4:57 AM

    :O sad.
    posted :D

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  4. Red HandedSeptember 29, 2011 at 5:40 AM

    Made me wonder

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  5. CяystalSeptember 29, 2011 at 5:47 AM

    Eight words .. and HOW profound.

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  6. my day in a sentenceSeptember 29, 2011 at 6:36 AM

    I just loved the first two lines! :)

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  7. AnonymousSeptember 29, 2011 at 7:38 AM

    I am thinking about the last line

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  8. Pramoda MeduriSeptember 29, 2011 at 8:31 AM

    :( sad re.. should be tough enough.

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  9. suvaibaSeptember 29, 2011 at 9:11 AM

    @philo- hey thanks for the comment..! :)
    yes and i am waiting for your posts too... after the exam torture..! :P
    and this makes you feel so special..!
    reminds me of some inhuman incident with any girl..!
    :)

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  10. Confused SoulSeptember 30, 2011 at 12:14 AM

    Simply put, but still BRILLIANT! :

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  11. OxymoronSeptember 30, 2011 at 1:46 AM

    hey...it's such a simple post yet so dark and profound...took my imagination for a wild run...

    and thanks for the comment...keep visiting..

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  12. ⁂ܓVållῐ ⁂ܓ☺September 30, 2011 at 11:21 AM

    Less words....But powerful sentences!
    Awesome!

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  13. FirstTimeMotherOctober 2, 2011 at 9:23 PM

    4 lines - 8 words
    unveiled the story behind....
    Nice !
    infact impressed :)

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  14. The Green RaybansOctober 8, 2011 at 1:14 AM

    great blog.. thanks for sharing..

    followed your blog and hope you can follow back!!

    xoxo

    http://thgreenraybans.blogspot.com

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  15. Manju ModiyaniOctober 15, 2011 at 10:45 AM

    So expressive and profound....
    I love the pic and the simple lines...
    Nice post!

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  16. ShoaibNovember 12, 2011 at 2:41 AM

    Nice effort..:)

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