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She is a succulent bunch,let me be helpful, if you don't get the complex chemical scent, I call her ,"a girl of unpredictable meeting places"inotropic, is her effect, She sends heartbeats way up. Delectable too, she was, every time I tasted certain parts of her. Her avatars are numerous, like Hindu Gods With specific intention for each incarnation Onee will be pushed in to neurosis, if doesn't completely relish her infinite variety. She is a cryptic mystic, for a while  from signals I discerned and firmly believed Or is she just a creature mysterious Doubt raises it's head, like a lotus From slushy pond My eyes met her at the level of her eyes first, the rest in a haze to me was invisible, Then my heart sends a message "Right now, I missed a beat here" Heart then recites a poem, tells me, it is all her making "Don't fall in love" heart's advice, "Go, dissolve in her completely" Even my own heart has crossed sides, or is it truly an advice for my sake? Love is a hallucinogen, get it? she whistles like wind at bamboo groves from within sings like a thrush, she is a magpie, or is she a koel? Nocturnal animal, in need of mating, making calls, frantic SMS, incessant. She is wind and water, elements that make one burn and drown She spreads her yoga mat on the floor, asks me to sit cross legged Indian style, I am already for that in my mind, So I spread eagle in corpse pose, indicating, "All through my life", mother earth gives me warmth.           Shanti,   Shanti,   shanti
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
The Corpse Pose for Her
She is a succulent bunch,let me be helpful, if you don't get the complex chemical scent, I call her ,"a girl of unpredictable meeting places"inotropic, is her effect, She sends heartbeats way up. Delectable too, she was, every time I tasted certain parts of her. Her avatars are numerous, like Hindu Gods With specific intention for each incarnation Onee will be pushed in to neurosis, if doesn't completely relish her infinite variety. She is a cryptic mystic, for a while  from signals I discerned and firmly believed Or is she just a creature mysterious Doubt raises it's head, like a lotus From slushy pond My eyes met her at the level of her eyes first, the rest in a haze to me was invisible, Then my heart sends a message "Right now, I missed a beat here" Heart then recites a poem, tells me, it is all her making "Don't fall in love" heart's advice, "Go, dissolve in her completely" Even my own heart has crossed sides, or is it truly an advice for my sake? Love is a hallucinogen, get it? she whistles like wind at bamboo groves from within sings like a thrush, she is a magpie, or is she a koel? Nocturnal animal, in need of mating, making calls, frantic SMS, incessant. She is wind and water, elements that make one burn and drown She spreads her yoga mat on the floor, asks me to sit cross legged Indian style, I am already for that in my mind, So I spread eagle in corpse pose, indicating, "All through my life", mother earth gives me warmth.           Shanti,   Shanti,   shanti
k-balachandran
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
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