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a human died on the streeta part of what was his bodythat escaped the cover up by a blue police tarpaulintrembled with the last fibre of his lifesudde..
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father's almirahi overhaul father's almirahfor bhogi..outside our doors ,the world is busy burning the old..from crumbling yellow pagesof the forgotte..
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inside the facades of sorrow,dwelt a drop pf tear,happiness or pain..could have been both..i do not want to know..i prefer not to check , i walk on.....
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you say i suffocate you..you do not have enough space..the way i look at you makes you uncomfortable, suddenly after 4 years..i keep wonderingif there..
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after 8 rounds of vodka , ..my visage crumbles into watery puddles..they reflect your eyes , as i had seen them the last time..the humour i infused ha..
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1grandma always warned of this world,as being a big inert tortoise..i said i didnt believe her..her ancient knowledge came from hertussles with t..
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hoofs used to fill my earsor did i really hear them..white horses and red ants,coffee berries and the monsoon rain..fiction and truth , starting where..
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there it is , your last kiss..floating in pure sunlight, a blind dragonfly..there it would live, till it dies ..there it would die , after it has kill..
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walking down a masochist street,thinking of your eyes, uncertain and judgingseeking catharsis in pain and the afternoon sun..parched of love and the l..
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what can you expect from a moonless night ...it has become a deathly grey..my heart, an old guitar playing rusty blues..white clouds, giant polar bear..
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