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For AmritsarI softly tread down marble halls, / my bare feet echoing on white stone floors / that have seen millions of souls
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Freshwater TearsIt is a furiously humbling experience / to be helpless before the gale / and exposed without cover,
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Midnight TearsA sharp bark wakes me. / Tears begin to fall. / Distant growls ring,
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Nocturnal DrizzleIt is not yet dawn, / but still, I awaken / to the soft patter
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A Prayer at PashupatinathWe commit one of our own / to the wind's embrace. / May the flames that we kindle
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Hazel EyesBehind these hazel eyes / are deep pools of memory. / These wells of liquid glass
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II reach, / Fall, / Roll.
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A Cold Winter's NightI lie sprawled on the dead crusty grass of Winter, / breathing in the frigid night. / A passing car ambles by,
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Product of SolitudeLight fingers / brush across a shoulder, / standing hairs on end.
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NowLonesome heart, / when the past is past, and the past lies dead, / let it lie.
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