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They said, people are strange, When you're a stranger They knew, and people get even Even stranger once you dive into them Once familiarity becomes so familiar, it irks They pierce into your mind Straws of trust, and leech out every bit of you Your essence must evaporate In the drought of love and kindness People are strange They crave for colour to fill up their lives but never to seep into their skin They want a rich friend, a poor one as much A girl, a boy, transgender, gay, bisexual, asexual But a lover, only as conditioning and the general tainted view of the world permits People are strange They say blood is thicker than water But blood is poisoned and water It needs distillation They say they love when they don't And nothing when they do They say a lot of things That only confuse People are strange All for love, no to hate Until of course, higher motives surface One heartbreak, all men are Gates of Defecation One attack, entire fraternity blamed One moment of broken trust, A million of murdering reason People are strange No matter who you are And yet, you fall in love Because people are strange
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
People
They said, people are strange, When you're a stranger They knew, and people get even Even stranger once you dive into them Once familiarity becomes so familiar, it irks They pierce into your mind Straws of trust, and leech out every bit of you Your essence must evaporate In the drought of love and kindness People are strange They crave for colour to fill up their lives but never to seep into their skin They want a rich friend, a poor one as much A girl, a boy, transgender, gay, bisexual, asexual But a lover, only as conditioning and the general tainted view of the world permits People are strange They say blood is thicker than water But blood is poisoned and water It needs distillation They say they love when they don't And nothing when they do They say a lot of things That only confuse People are strange All for love, no to hate Until of course, higher motives surface One heartbreak, all men are Gates of Defecation One attack, entire fraternity blamed One moment of broken trust, A million of murdering reason People are strange No matter who you are And yet, you fall in love Because people are strange
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
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