Misc. Poems
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i first saw you, trapped in the bosom of a poem
written in sanskrit – archaic in the sense, an... -
Hands that knocked at your gate
were not the same hands after... -
but then
even my Daisies sprouted thorns... -
The voices started nibbling
on her healed wounds... -
Her body felt heavy pressing on the cold floor,
for the moon forgot to shine his light... -
Blue in colour with a hint of red
one calming, one inviting... -
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You smell of scorched bushes,
and you thought of stars as poets... -
I have so much to say
but my throat is a gas chamber... -
I helped you cross to the other side,
where everyone said the grass was brighter... -
Faint aroma of crushed
sandalwood... -
You knew pain took over
her tiny body... -
My tongue is toxic,
my passion...