Inda
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Drunken ThoughtsA Poem by IndaDrunken Thoughts Some nights the wind talks to me Tells me tall tales of dying men and good looking hookers. Some nights the rain.. |
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Late MayA Poem by IndaLate May Time has been cruel, Like fire mixed with fuel. Chaos had its way. It has not rained in early May. You have lost .. |
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EmptinessA Poem by IndaEmptines The fridge is full, the house is empty and an ever threatening quiet lurks about. The day is gray, the rain won&rs.. |
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mineA Poem by IndaMine The bed is cold even in the summer. You no longer feel his touch. All you can do is remember, But you know it&rsquo.. |
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