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I Just Unboxed A Heartbreak...
Different
lines on the thermometer,
when it happens,
it moves all by itself.

Deliberately
random restless waters,
terrestrials standing on their banks,
recidivists having deposits
and withdrawals
at an inflated rate.

Dungeoneering
--the amplified gesture
means a convenience charge,
elevate me later.

Defibrillation,
I'm on the existential end
of viral paradise,
"the files you have on me"
are a trail of stolen pebbles,
sure to inoculate my final
walk into the sea.
 Apr 29 Eshwara Prasad
Nylee
Ice-hard, cold, yet I endure,
The tales of old city folks
they capture the essence of the place
For the world's embrace I yearn.
Bed beckons, but I resist,
For in the world, my spirit persists
 Apr 29 Eshwara Prasad
Nylee
In memories, I see you climb up,
you have a mystic charm
and inate confidence being
Lifting up spirits and crushing them down.

It's just a flick, marking your ticks
I am driving circles around the park
It's driving me insane,
attention all haywire.

Blink and set spart
Blink and gone away
Blink again
I am imagining the lovely morning.

It's summarised the best way
I will be broken up anyway
Once I open my eyes
And leave behind the memories
that never took place
Hate to admit,
They were my fantasies.
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