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Like the wax of melted candles,
I've learned and grown up so much,
I've let go of things
and have gained more insight,
all my experiences,
mol..
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A sweet refrain of crickets
Echoes the sultry morn.
A blue silk scarf
kisses my flesh gently.
The heat clung to my skin,
And the smell of barb..
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Thy keen-edged blade,
Sits naked in its sharpness
No armour can
withstand its strike,
Nor shield nor mask
withstand its glance.
With open eyes..
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In the pages of Geeta, I found you
You are the one with
the peacock feather in your hair,
the one who played the divine flute
whose sound soothe..
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I was once round and plump
People used to take me
and eat me without a second thought.
I never held a grudge,
no matter how people treated me.
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The stars were my cradle
My womb the black void.
I heard the screams of life and destruction
I felt the fires of rage and ambition
I saw the tea..
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Sometimes, I wonder if there's more to the shadows in this Greenwich alley.
a hint of danger lurking nearby,
like a ghost from that River Thames. ..
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The streets littered with
the aftermath of battle.
The stench of war and the fog of
destruction fill my lungs as I walk.
Passing by pubs and f..
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He's as fierce as a wolf
and as tough as an old mutt.;
The one who's gotta doodle legs on a snake;
He's like, "La la la," while swiping that bell...
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I may be a sinner rather than a devotee;
But I'm a Christian at heart.
In the winding roads of veins,
I find my way,
Underneath that big ol' s..
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