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They gave me answers
for the questions that I never had.
And I handed them interpretations
they couldn't swallow.
All the winds have gone.
The clouds they were in a hurry.
The rain fell and then shied away.
This earth, these trees were left thirsty.
You walked in and you saw me,
half empty and in a sombre glee.
Quickly then you turned and ran away.
None of the flowers bloomed that day.
Maybe if it had rained you would have stayed.
I have been bad for long enough now.
Already I have labelled so many things
with preconceived notions.

Earlier I was mute
but now the world is dawning
unto me in a new light.

Don't make me go
back to the corners.

If you can just bear with me a while.
It will all be over soon.
And because she could possess nothing else
the old mistress kept all that she
despised close to her heart.

I often found her in that
room full of photographs and curses.
She would tell me stories
while we sat in the veranda.
But all that she kept from me,
all about that possessed
corner of her heart was truly
I hoped to learn someday.
We wander intoxicated by life,
why must that be immoral.
There are countless others
who live by the life's shore.
They too drink the same wine.
But after diluting it a little.
After sweetening it a little.
Like smell of lemons cut in half.
Like pink, purle tainted dark skies
of  autumn.
A breath in search of me,
carrying with itself a familiar scent.
I remember what I once saw,
a long long time ago.
A few seconds of prodigious vision.
That faint smile,
those eyes showed me nothing.
I remember now how I died.
We were treading along the path
without a care .
Upon entering the big square
we found everyone so merry.
Everyone in embrace of another.

We looked down and found our hands empty.
A sharp pull, an intense itch
momentarily staggered us.
Draped us in jealousy.

In respite we looked at the gathering once more,
this time more closely.
Though we could witness
an abundance of love,
of overflowing lust.
Our nostrils also caught
the putrid wafts of sorrow,
of hate, of treachery
slowly rising from these lovers.
We understood, we kept on walking.
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