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ayesha-khan-1
ayesha-khan-1
Indian Architecture school
There's fairy lights in your hair, You're smiling, I'm melting, It's half past the right time.
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Magic
Pretty mornings and September, A wind that blows across the land, Takes with it the dying ember, The fire, memories, an epoch and, Leaves in wake some withered flowers, Tousled hair, a transcendence, Candy stained lips at early hours, An aftertaste of ambivalence.
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Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
Pink Lemonade
We were amused At how many times we'd run into each other, Never dawned we were entwined at the soul. Because we'd hide in the same crooks And I'd eventually find you, Taking cover from the same ominous cold.
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
Hiding
Abusing the backspace key, And the word sorry, And denying illicit dreams Or that I can't fall, I mean asleep.
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
Some nights
They wouldn't understand Because they weren't meant to You make everyone else, everyone else. I can't give in, love Or give up You contaminate me Beautifully.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
Contamination
She put down her book and rolled over to his side, Searching for sincerity in his dilated eyes. "Do you believe in dragons?" A pause. A knowing smile. "Yes."
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
Elven
Doubt hung for a fleeting moment , Then you dragged me under the waterline, Never to go up for air again, Your hand never leaving mine.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
Aquarius.
Why then, Doesn't it thrill me?
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
Starlight
Spare me a little oxygen, I'd want to see the onset of tomorrow Through the blurring from my tears So I can't know for sure, That proof of your existence Lies in treacherous memory And that you're gone. The retrograde misanthrope Takes another blow While she keeps the show running In a technicolor blaze So you can't know for sure, It's her toxic blood winding down the stage. It can't be helped and there's no one to implicate But her induced kleptomania Dripping from the slack tips of her fingers Until she's left standing In a pool of her own guilt.
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
Stasis
You.
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Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 5:24 PM UTC
Sweet things.