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Experiences and not just perceives,by visual sense organsnot only sex but moves his fingersover my body as if locating his own city,marking out his fa..
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You looked exactly the same, as I could rememberDarker eyes, slim body, messy black hairOur laughter still echoed to all cornersReaching my ears like ..
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A
poem to those lonely times
And
his happy mind
Hidden
in my letters
Are
the lost moments
An
oyster’s desires
unbuttoned..
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“You are way too lonely”, he said.Yes, I am.But I did try hard not to reveal this up.Trust me when I say this.I try hard every day to hide..
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There’s no going back toThose discrete pieces anymoreThat broke me into More tiny piecesThose brimful hands of forgivenessAnd an urge to get me ..
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I wish I could fall
asleep as
As fast I could
peacefully
Between the steps of
dancing feet
Out there to
happiness or
Might be a l..
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I looked into you. And tears rolled down my cheeks They say God never mistakes, Then I wondered what am I? My mother always told me something wonderf..
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A Story by Aster
Ah, 86/1, college street, I felt privileged to enter the gates and be a part of this prestigious institution-Presidency university.Walking up the famo..
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Those Butterflies quiver gently in my stomachWhen I pass by you till today,Do they still mean something?Or do they appear just out of nowhere?I try ha..
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