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My daunted soul palpitates in a coral horizon...
i must confess,
a part of the heart lives in the ear...
o’ girl who massages coconut oil into hair,
the next time you wear jasmines in your hair...
tender is the night as the monsoon
blossoms at some time past three am...
i want to tear the sky open,
and drink the ocean you...
Not to kill or harm
they just improvise justice...
I watched how my faith faded right in front of me.
So, I turned loquacious...
You are the silence that drapes over my soul,
but you brought me no serenity just uncertainty...
You stroke the spine
of my iceberg...
Burn my soul in silence;
watch me glint...
I write
to deaden the traffic...
Tumbling wave swept notions crash through realism
to spill into humdrum normality...