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Gold tainted lillies
and drooling lakes of desire,
the weeping willows
and endless breeze
make for a perfect afternoon
 Jul 8 Bipasha Dutt
Bryan
my most toxic trait is thinking

     everything will work out.


haven't died yet

     must be doing something right or

getting very lucky.
You are my precious,
A rare gem in this land,
Your brilliance shines,
Beyond the reach of my hands.

You are my melody, sweet,
A haunting tune I can't forget.
Your thoughts remain as a plight,
In every corner of my regret.

You are my dream in trances,
A vision I chase in the night,
Your memory forever dances,
In the shine of my eyesight.

You are my comfort in distress,
A shelter in life's stormy sea,
As your gentle whispers,
Guide me to where I want to be.

A treasure beyond compare,
Forever I will cherish,
In the depths of my love and care,
You are my precious.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
 Jul 7 Bipasha Dutt
monue
I built a garden in my chest
with things you never said—
planted hopes in rows of maybes,
where your silence softly spread.

I watered it with almosts,
trimmed the silence like vines,
taught the leaves to chase the light
you never said was mine.

But nothing real grew—
just a heart dressed up as soil,
soft enough to cradle you,
but never meant to spoil.

You were the seed that never stayed,
the wind that kissed, then flew.
And I — the ground where you once rested,
but never rooted you.
prolly the last for today 🤍
Morning rain and mist
Red Cardinal sings among
Forsythia buds
If humans had no emotions,

poetry wouldn't have existed.
I’m swimming in a deep ocean
Water in my ears
Mind spinning, drunk on bad omens
Getting harder and harder to hear

Repeating this swim despite my pleas
Changing currents fast
My oxygen depletes
And I’m stuck in the tangled trash

the other fish Are thriving well
Why is it only me?
Everyone else, feeling swell
While I am lost at sea
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