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A vivid night, We meet and talk like We knew each other For a long time. A dreamy night, We love, if only for This one night that We just met. A rainy night, We break up, as if For the second time, In this familiar rain. In mornings, I find myself regretting.
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
Nights
A misty day, On the way We used to walk along On sunny days, This mist smells Candy sweet Like your wrist. Then, I see someone In the mist. Try to catch up, But soon, She’s gone with scent.
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
On a misty day
I buy Chocolate milk You liked. And I regret Because The first sip Tastes like your lips Every sip-- Diluted memories, Each sip-- Bitter, burning throat And The last sip-- You're gone.
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
Chocolate milk
Memories dissolved Into this liquid. I inhale Your pretty face, Smiles flashed, Laughs. I exhale. I miss you already, Your face, Tonight. I inhale Your kind voice, Lovely words Spoken. I exhale. Your voice resonates, Calling me, Tonight. I inhale The last molecule. Stop for a sec. Then, I exhale, Alone.
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
Eau de toilette
Under a tree, Await rain to stop. I See a flower Defy rain, Struck by drops, Liable to die. When I hesitate, She falls, beheaded, So beautifully, in So ominous rain. Even while falling, She never yields. Now, leaves fall Above my head. I regret. Should’ve helped. Here remains only This wet, cowardly flesh. I See this bud Defy rain Even when dead.
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 7:46 AM UTC
Flower in rain
My heart, Sealed, Met you, Started to bare Itself. My heart, Bare, The most honest, Can’t bear That you don’t Care. My heart, Exposed Out of body. I can’t repair But you don’t Care. Now, All of me is dead. Only my heart, In this skeleton, Beats once more To see if you Care. But you don't Care.
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
Bare heart
Fall is gone, I’m alone. This winter, I wither With this flower Next to me, That I didn’t water But that Didn’t bother. I made Her wither, Not winter.
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
Winter