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these are thoughts on my night pyjamas
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O' summer rain,your mystic dropsan enigma in my sweet pain...In your blue garbsadorned with snowy clouds,the white rain gushes,weaving the scarlet bea..
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The barren windsblow acrossmy healed scarstying a knotof unbearable sighs.The fleeting questionsthat I hidein my bare bosomlynches mein veins of pain...
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Nature clocking on the tick of spring,I hear the cuckoo's sing,wind chimes jingling,birds chirping,and, never before,I yawned in reverie to the folklo..
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I often stood by the window silland awaited till the moonmirrored her lynching eyes.The road down the streetalways wore the colour of black pearlthat ..
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Sunbathed in apple red,Clouds flavored in vanilla,The air smells of mischiefAs the parched rain chimes.O' the lovely blushOf the cheeks.O' the call of..
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They trickled
one by one
incessantly
to fill
the abyss of pain.
I watched them
eye to eye
in hollow numbness
to fill
the empty pots
of se..
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in conversation with oneself, to question and reason out with your soul
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Sometimes,we get ballooned on fat airs offalse praises,we forget, it just takes a little prickto flatten you out.Sometimes,we walk too far down on the..
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how-things-can-go-wrong-when-you-least-expect-'em-too
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