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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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Jan 4, 2012
All Too MuchTears fall / Thick and sad. / Body weak,
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Jun 2, 2013
A Prayer at PashupatinathWe commit one of our own / to the wind's embrace. / May the flames that we kindle
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Aug 26, 2011
Beach of DreamsCome find me here / on this beach of dreams, / where the sand is black
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Jun 2, 2013
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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Feb 11, 2011
Freshwater TearsIt is a furiously humbling experience / to be helpless before the gale / and exposed without cover,
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Jun 2, 2013
Frozen StarlightMy breath escapes, / rises in a column before me, / dissipates into the sky,
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Feb 11, 2011
Hazel EyesBehind these hazel eyes / are deep pools of memory. / These wells of liquid glass
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Sep 29, 2012
II reach, / Fall, / Roll.
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Feb 11, 2011
Midnight TearsA sharp bark wakes me. / Tears begin to fall. / Distant growls ring,
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Aug 26, 2011
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