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Apr 2015
I want a home without walls -
I want the prison of your fierce embrace

One of us hears pretty lies,
the other swears they're true..
One of us measures time
in wrinkles, lines and sags.
The other quantifies
with kisses, laughs and shags.
One of us in the mirror
sees a sorry story.
The other only beauty
there, splendid in its glory
Thoughts enamor me no end
they tug at my soul
In their depth i blend.
DEBATE WITHIN THE MIND !
WHERE LIES THE TRUTH EVEN I CANT FIND !
Snigdha Banerjee
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Snigdha Banerjee  New Delhi
(New Delhi)   
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   ---, Born and Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
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