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I can not see.I can not see!Do not pity me, gentlemen!I beg you not to!I have now fled the inescapable,Severed yet another bond with reality,Ended the..
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I sit on my desk trying to write
The sound of Athan in my ears To the left and then to the right My legs contract in a desperate attempt
To capture ..
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Don't. It's too facile, too ordinary,
Rilke said.
In my quest for individuality,
In my probe towards perfection,
I abstained.
But tonight,
Ton..
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Readers!Gentlemen of the jury,As Humbert Humbert would say,Here's a peep of my day:Barren and stale,All my life in this day.21st century's Mrs. Dallow..
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Upon stale water, I stand
Bare as eve
Gazing at your frail silhouette
There, by the distant shore
Unable to move, to utter
I try to reach out to ..
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To shivers,To awes,To snivelsAnd joys.To the serenity I found in drastic chaos,To the rapturous delight I savoured in deep apathy.Cheers!Cheers to it ..
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I know,
I was thereI saw the great chasm in you,
the drastic chaos in you
and you saw mine.
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