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Boi Jul 2018
White,
soft and tender
welcoming
springs the glow forth

Grey, my my,
poised with splendor
settling
Fine line of righted wrong

But Black,
the silent hunger
meddling
brand of grim unbelong




Excuse me, does this come in black?
Shreya Pokharel Sep 2016
For had I all the tabs in the world

The only I would open a few are the ones for you

The ones that shall seek not to tell much about me

Or you

For all I have is my incognito tab,flooded by jets and beans and lasers and sights

and I still can't pass a single one without stumbling through

something that reminds me of you, always

In words that rhyme and sing in chaos

I unbelong

For I never belong to you when we talk

or when I stare up to the crevices of your smile

I belong with you in motion, in the dark

In bumps and halts

Between the breaks and rests

and between the abrupt goodbyes.

With your words splashed across my face,

I belong with you,

in my incognito tabs.

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