The Leftovers

  We are all broken a bit Don’t check your bruised knee The scars won’t have stayed long It’s a strong race you…

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Colour Me Yellow

Yellow was my first favourite blush Pale, free of any blood rush The sign that showed on a sick life Like what remained…

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Slow Love

With the eagerness to please, we may own the eagerness to receive. And often love will miss an arm, a leg, your chest,…

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Glorious Abode

Puffing black clouds high, Akin a choked dragon. Tall, Blinking speck in sky. Rising temple’s spire. Pristinely white as divine. Abode of Shiva.…

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Measure

She would compare her love to mine and say, I don't love her enough. Falling in love came easy but to measure it…

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