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let me down this keg of beerfor the old times sakeas I soak in its playful ache.let me hop onto the nostalgic trainto ride into the youthful fountaina..
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ITalkto myself,am IHalf emptyor Half full ?It'snot the sumptuous mealthat I care about,but my soul.Itain'tthe conundrum thatI yearn to solve,but mysel..
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I drink from
the crystal laced eyes
of yours,
as they coerce me
in its enchanting splendour.
The goblet
of sugared nectar
held in your eyes
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These days,I look and feel like a bear.I wear a big baggy underwear,don't give me a stare,it might tear.Mirror me, I dare,Glass will shatter if I bare..
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Italk of a Matchstickthat lent fireto my candle.It had afierce headof gunpowderwith a slender tailof ageing wood.It ponderedall whileand wishedfor a n..
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In the echoesof her silvery chiseled ankletsI heard the sweet silencespeak a thousand words.In the deep red glowof her little velvety cupped lipsI kne..
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childhood is a precious little phase in our lives, let the child be in you always
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On a long autumn evening,I sat by the bench on the hill,overlooking the vast pacific coast.the hustling cars gasped for speedon an unending free-way,t..
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written to exhort oneself out of a hole of abysmal hopelessness and indirection
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these are thoughts on my night pyjamas
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