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To my dearest self after death,I know that this is unexpected but I have something to tell you.My mind and my body were grateful to have you.You lent ..
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The passion they had--flickering: thoughts of separation.Memories they made--lingering: misplaced indignation.The promise they made on that faithful n..
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With every hug, I felt your kiss,for that moment, I was at peace;you had my patience, killed my dull,saved my presence, then you were gone.A tragic mo..
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I traveled through the land of barren promise,Expected to live with no one to notice.Enticed by a life of no devotion,nitpicked society, then denied t..
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Beneath the facade one wears a deceit,enduring feelings, gratefully received. Deluded past of one’s failed devotionwas grandly spiced with hidd..
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Hello, everyone. It's been a long time. I'm back from a year long hiatus. With no further ado, here's my comeback poem.
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It's been awhile. I thought I should share one of my favourite poems I wrote in the year 2012
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Throughout my life it was discussed:-love spoke louder than mind.'Twas unclear if I could entrustmy ego to the Blind.I sleep and sigh and die alive:-I..
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We live to die the moment we were born,The path of our lives were trekked while we mourn.My gaze is far--overreaching,I see my distant end.My soul: bi..
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This is only a draft.
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