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its not a poem really...just a vague memory
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Looking out the window, I confess as I see torrents of my jealousy and misery pour down to earth…
And please this is not about love…
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irritated in dumbness
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I was little when i used to see the sky all bright and blueto know that I was alive well and true...As of now, I don't know why my heart beats on.For ..
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Walk in front of mewant you to lead always.Want to watch the long strides that you take.Want to see the wonders that you shall make.Want to see the st..
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frustration poured out
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like the blush that flames her cheeks...the closed eyes that take a peek...the lips that speak a thousand words...the dimple that probes deep into her..
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O lonely soul, why do you weep?Hot tears gushing down your swollen eyes,rolling down your turned down cheeks,and finally down, down, down into nothing..
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Me... surviving the tides of solitude... swimming in the seas of isolation... searching evermore for the sands of time, to cleave a path cut with sto..
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The phases of love,i don't really understand...Earlier i saw you unruly, passionate,every blink of your eyes told me how you wished that everything wo..
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