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why pluck the jasmine at my window... what will I tell the breeze,   that go follow its withering   among idols framed pictures incense fumes   severed plucked presented wreath homage to the gods,   or will I sway the bees, a telepathic signboard painted of dour directions, none shall heed even as petals pucker away toothless mouths nibbling nothingness... but there! within a clawed green hold a clasped delicate white inch of a cold moon jasmine, at my window...
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
Jasmine, at my window
why pluck the jasmine at my window... what will I tell the breeze,   that go follow its withering   among idols framed pictures incense fumes   severed plucked presented wreath homage to the gods,   or will I sway the bees, a telepathic signboard painted of dour directions, none shall heed even as petals pucker away toothless mouths nibbling nothingness... but there! within a clawed green hold a clasped delicate white inch of a cold moon jasmine, at my window...
snehith-kumbla
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Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
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