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She would sit with me, holding my hand- at scary moments; when i stand on the brink. Walked beside me with firm foot steps, when i trudged slushy paths, and  treacherous mine fields. Her watchful eyes followed when i climbed steep heights, told me all that to be said, the way she only could, She brought me in one piece, out of nightmares, her gibberish endearments gave me goosebumps, none did ever see her cathartic dance with me at times, i needed her most. Secret lover she was, i thought of my haunted soul, how would i know about the curse that made her so, for ever! Burned out and down her i addressed each morning, as if she can absolve me from all my sins. She would remove hemlock, from my blood, this life has made me drink, to corrupt, and eliminate; inch by inch, sink my beleaguered ship. She made me forget a love gone sour, she'd take my hand in hers and kiss it till i snore. **She soothed my mind finely, more than any shrink, her peppermint lips tasted, witchcraft and spice. She was the only one who knew my secret, at the dead of night, in clouds when moon stealthily hide, I change and become a werewolf.** A mad dog of a wish, selfishly made  me take  that false step, uncontrollable by my wish, i spoke forbidden words. The spell was broken once and for all, all i could remember was her heartrending sobs, I stand here, at my lonely window, overlooking- this city of forgetfulness and pain, in wicked words challenging me to meet her again. O
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Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 7:29 AM UTC
Steppenwolf's girl
She would sit with me, holding my hand- at scary moments; when i stand on the brink. Walked beside me with firm foot steps, when i trudged slushy paths, and  treacherous mine fields. Her watchful eyes followed when i climbed steep heights, told me all that to be said, the way she only could, She brought me in one piece, out of nightmares, her gibberish endearments gave me goosebumps, none did ever see her cathartic dance with me at times, i needed her most. Secret lover she was, i thought of my haunted soul, how would i know about the curse that made her so, for ever! Burned out and down her i addressed each morning, as if she can absolve me from all my sins. She would remove hemlock, from my blood, this life has made me drink, to corrupt, and eliminate; inch by inch, sink my beleaguered ship. She made me forget a love gone sour, she'd take my hand in hers and kiss it till i snore. **She soothed my mind finely, more than any shrink, her peppermint lips tasted, witchcraft and spice. She was the only one who knew my secret, at the dead of night, in clouds when moon stealthily hide, I change and become a werewolf.** A mad dog of a wish, selfishly made  me take  that false step, uncontrollable by my wish, i spoke forbidden words. The spell was broken once and for all, all i could remember was her heartrending sobs, I stand here, at my lonely window, overlooking- this city of forgetfulness and pain, in wicked words challenging me to meet her again. O
Remember Herman Hesse's novel "Steppenwolf"--                                            Lonesome wolf of the steppes
k-balachandran
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Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 7:29 AM UTC
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