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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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The full moon was propelling
light towards the silky sand dunes...
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silent robbery
forming a consuming void...
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Living lies
Live in lies...
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chips fly through the air
on a Winter's beach sea breeze...
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It is not the heart
that suffers most...
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once, I heard
your laughter...
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Morning dawn captures
the pure elegance of maple sap...
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OFFSPRING (haiku)
sudden burst of light...
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Sorrow and sadness
I hate this warm liquid of sadness that feeds my...
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Just when I think I'm finally free
You always find a way back to me...
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here
we are...