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They say,She's a gypsy.Moving only ahead,With no strings attached to her past lovers.Her skin never adheres to emotions."A rock heart can never be lov..
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You never took a step back.I'm rooted where we first met.Yet here we are.Miles apart.
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Why it's just me,To have us 'together' in a dream?To search your fingers when we walk gardens?Do you not think of me when clock clicks 11:11?...Do you..
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She paints her ideas of love rarely now.With hands locked in her lap, quietly.All her words are now just to reply.I see an unfamiliar smileOn a so fam..
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The colossal of this world is all yours.Also mine.To love and to be loved by one or few.To live and recite cheerful tales in our seventies....Why do y..
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monsoon is here, again.
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Ways we looked in each other's eyes,
Now you say those times were fictitious.
All those songs we hummed unintentionally,
"Just words you were use..
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Cut me down, if you wish so.
Drain the red from my veins.
Tear me apart, in eleventy pieces.
Burn my ashes if you must.
I shall, still, open my ey..
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A poem by Pablo Neruda.
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We were in pieces, me and herin our two completely different worlds.I woke up every morning around 6amand she, somewhere close to six ten.Both missing..
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