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    Grieving the grief

      grief, a shout in the void where birds chirp and sing meaningless songs of love and heaven swings to it’s highest position in prayers but nothing is left, at least it looks like this.   my mouth is an…

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    An imprisoned poem

      Butterflies perched upon lashes The dark in my eyes is engulfing all Stars in yours A hiccup stung the memory of you I knit a bag of lies to carry on Shapely shoulders Disproportionate bones break like Twigs under…

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    Lost Home

      The wind has broken down a couple of times resting on my back giving me solace when in fact she needs it more than me wind, a carrier of good times doused with the fragrance of a lover's kiss…

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    A reincarnation

      It didn’t burn like my ambitions did, it didn’t break the way ideals always do, just vanished, like an angel in the clouds, with wings made of white nothingness and the feather it dropped is probably fantasy as on…

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