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apoorv-shandilya
The last time the sea was really my friend and wasn't as treacherous as the one that the ancient mariner faced was when you left me waiting at the seashore, and my tears brought me back to reality. The sea and the cool breeze wasn't just a friend that comforted this loss but allowed me to look over the horizon. To exactly where you once were and our love was the strongest. I wish I never met you and I wish I could stay in the illusion that you loved me, but not everything works the way you want it to. I didn't choose the sea to be my friend. I chose you. And look what that did.
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
I must tell you this.
Pick me up from the dust filled roads that you left me in and my hands will still be as smooth as silk or cotton that's dried in summer for they too touched you once and only once did you touch them back. But like men knew to be scared of fire My hands knew To be scared for one day, you too, will know how much I loved you, Love you And will continue. But it'll be too late
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May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 4:34 AM UTC
Late
I am made of the ash that gets left behind with burned cigarettes like hollowed pasts. Platinum silver. Just like starlight.
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
Jealous.
In the last maiden season of spring mother told me that the jasmine wouldn;t bloom that year and they didn't. For father had died the day before and the flowers knew how to cry. So why do they bloom now when the lover has taken rest and that one bite on my neck has vanished away in the air around us. only mother knows she who sits on the porch knitting sweaters and mumbling sounds to the flowers. 'Queer'.
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Queer
Concrete kisses on sunlit flowers Resemble ghosts of past lovers and buckets of caramel popcorn. and everything that is good and pure.
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:04 AM UTC
Memories.
She, a porcelain worker. her hair dripped in soothing perfume lies behind the lonely river to watch the skies reach out to her. and bring young dazzling memories of past lovers. Her joy is also in the night that embraces the blazing fire within and bring stars that would never stop shining. Her ferocious love away from the sun is magic in this long night. In the distance flowers in her garden bloom at the sight of the stars and dance in the sound of the universe.
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
Her
You certainly remember, our first date when you scribbled a bird on a rough piece of paper. Come and see, the bird has taken flight. Gone again.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 10:54 PM UTC
Bird
Even the ocean, after last night's ferociousness forgot the calm night, that the moon promised. The same moon, which with its borrowed light Left without warning.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 6:01 AM UTC
Ferocious.
The cold shower that came after last night and left dew drops on the naked grass; brought forth a need for our bodies to come clashing together like champagne glasses. Brilliant were their voices.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 5:59 AM UTC
Voices.
I have placed these bricks around me their foundation emerging from my words Now trying to dig, right through two hearts, in one.
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
Words.