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Soft as Feathers
You may look as soft as feathers-Feathers that are white and flying untouched.But only now I know-of your heaviness similar to that of a huge stone.You're possibly as cruel as…
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To the Ruins
Take me to your ruins-Where your heart's heaviness flows,In the form of syringes, plastic, clothes, broken bricks, and mud.But statues stand tall-At the expense of someone's back, and someone's spine.While…
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A Room of My Own
So many things incomplete - My stories, my flight, my thoughts, And the words on my tongue. Pens scattered on the floor, Blank pages in several diaries, While my mind…
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The Non-Existent Bird
Blue and Green. According to color experts, they are not supposed to go well together. But in nature, they are so light on the eyes. If I was the bird…
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Who are you?
Who are you?Yes you,who has taken all the controls.Where are you from?If you are me,who taught you all this?About putting boundaries,and wanting more.Why don't I see'submit' and 'compromise'In your dictionary.Why…
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Imitation of ‘A song about myself’
There was a restless girl, A restless girl was she, She would not stop at home, She could not quiet be --- She took In her Heart A parchment rolled…
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When I had Myself
It's only fair that on my blogsite, the first story that I ever publish, is the one I’ve been most scared about, the one that still haunts my dream and…
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Perfection is quantifiable
Slim and attractiveWith those curves so fine,But repressed smilesExpanded now butNot really a view for your eyes. 5.45 in the world where perfection is quantifiable,Absence of dark circles won't matter…