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Cause I built you a home in my heart,



With rotten wood, it decayed from the start.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009 @ 8:19 AM
Restless nights.



These violent delights have violent ends
and in their triumph die,
like fire and powder.
Which as they kiss consume
The sweetest honey,
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness,
And the taste confounds the appetite.

Therefore love moderately, long love doth so;
Too swift as tardy as slow.


Ps: Will update once I get pictures from Farhain (Minah Dadah:D). Lol, (inside joke)