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Àŧùl Feb 2017
Lovers come,
They linger,
Then leave.
And what stays behind lovers,
Is gaping emptiness,
A lack of aim,
A solo game.
My HP Poem #1440
©Atul Kaushal
Invocation Jul 2014
Could you please cease your
skinny white shining
crawling through my
REM with
mane ablaze in
sun-aura

Not because you aren't
a wonderful dream
but you make the waking side
of chaos and reality
into the old bruise
as i disinfect my
emote
Don't you dare abide to this
I may have lost the "could"
But I could love you

— The End —