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dawn is lit by the candle in your heart;
a mango-yellow stains the sky, and i...
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The campfire is comforting;
our palms are warmed...
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i first saw you, trapped in the bosom of a poem
written in sanskrit – archaic in the sense, an...
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it stirs
in the deepest...
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and how they protrude so vulnerably
against your flesh, as if a semi hidden...
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You don't deserve flairs of color
Or talented splashes on canvas...
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Changes at my work
have almost rendered me...
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tonight; we drink our wounds
earnestly, searching for melancholy...
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Do you remember our first date?
That downtown Chinese place...
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Blue in colour with a hint of red
one calming, one inviting...
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(I)
No lovelier of cause has pen to write...
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borrowing breath from tomorrow
staves lament just a moment longer...