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 May 2020 Miranda
Noah Ducane
kiss
 May 2020 Miranda
Noah Ducane
Like a drunk in a desert ,

Like a pig flying ,

Like a doomsday prophet,

I am waiting
for a kiss
that will not come
~~
I am not writing any poetry
Not a huff,
Not even a romantic mood,
I talked to a distress

Unto thee of say my friend:

The suffering of pain is more than a pain
Words of distress
No longer I can't say either

The story of that night
That is longer than a long night
That night, my love had died before the dawn

How do I tell thee

The suffering of love is unforgettable
Than the love you never achieved  
Middle of the night to about chest pain

When I could not bear it no longer
Then at late night I call a friend to awake
No longer I can't say either

My friend
O' my friend!
My dearest friend!

How do I tell thee
My soul grew dry that is more than a wither petals
No longer I can't say either

When the sudden stopped of time
I stood, Saw the closed distant door
No longer I can't say either

To be alone in everybody
Within a moment a known seems to be unknown
No longer I can't say either

The last thing to understand who she is constant
The story of the lost bright Star
No longer I can't say either

The door is closed
Maybe someone has locked
Alone, The sleepless nights of choking

One's that hard
Many pale faces in the crowd of strangers
Love is lost within too many hopes

How do I tell thee
No longer I can't say either
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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This may seem kinda weird
But when I arrived
It felt like I've been there
As if I have met you there
Like, I have felt this before
I have encountered this before
I don't know why
I don't know when
I don't know how
But one thing's for sure

*It was very nostalgic
Meh..  went to a friend's house... it felt like I've seen the village before and have actually been there... ughhh so weird... I dunno why...
There is a hole in the window and
in the evenings the
sun slinks back to earth,
the hole flutters pathetically in
the wind. There is no more
energy in the air, and outside—
outside is gray.

The brick walls are crumbling
into dust that is ingested,
readily. Lilia braids
your hair again as you stare
at nothingness, holding back tears.
 May 2015 Miranda
surpratik
dusty windows
that convince you
**snow falls in summer too
 May 2015 Miranda
Kriti Gupta
It's your birthday and I cancelled the balloons
It's your birthday and I drank all your *****
It's your birthday and I'm sleeping in your shirt
It's your birthday and you're sleeping with her
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