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I knew it was love
when I found myself
in the closet
sniffing your coat.
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Up in the attic,
somewhere between a
red retro soda siphon and
brown leather samsonite
that’s stood the test of time,
I recl..
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Someone asked me about the "little things"...
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It's not about sex, it's far more complicated
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Two coffee cups sit
on the dashboard,
exactly as we left
them days ago, red
corrugated cardboard
ironically decorated with
white frosted hearts...
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Good days and bad days, sigh...
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A single candle burns,
flame stutters and
rights itself as
I enter the room.
All is still, just the
faint sound of
electricity humming.
And y..
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Half sat, mostly sprawled
across the big white bed in
room 3042, of a grand hotel
in Bangalore. My mobile rings.
I know before answering it’..
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Rhythmic rain
pounds on roof,
eye to eye in
tongue and groove,
lying still,
shallow breath,
smoky fingers
runthrough hair
music whispers
in ..
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