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Facebook, Facebook won’t you stop torturing me ? What a certain someone did, I really don’t wanna see. Youtube poop and Stupid groups that have nothing to do with me Please stop tagging us
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The Apocalypse
The cries of the deceased echoes in the hollow chambers of Hell Their shackled souls…wasted breathes…fills the suffocating air Fumes of withered skins…the scorched hearts can not tell The existence of justice…in a world
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The Rickshaw Ride
As buildings and tea stalls and compiled garbage passed by us, and led to other buildings and tea stalls and compiled garbage, it was clear that the road ahead had many turns and twists.
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Portrait of the Artist, 20th November 2011.
The whole world is a poet - That is how it carries on living Its breakneck, everyday existence, Its hustle, its bustle, and the Ancient attempt at normalcy, Without listening to even a bit
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I bare no transgressions anymore, I hold no wailing candle nor symphony of indiscretion, I hold no boundaries between the walls and halls of reflecting mirrors and truth nor shelter from the winds that
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The Memoir – Of a Lost Soul and Winter
In the prelude to another cold night Long ago, in November, at a dark hour of twilight When leafless stood all trees. . . . . . Branches frozen in their quest to touch
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Envelops of Ebony
In the surreal realms of hazy dreams Forged with lost faith where she cradles your faded memories Along the flow of the wild streams Cold with obstinacy where all the hopes freeze Across the
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To K.C., Of Hearts And Their Hiding Places
Your big heart wouldn’t have Fit inside a smaller chest. Lips were moths fluttering around The lighthouse of all our secrets, As if desperate to suck dry Every last entertaining drop Of your goodness.
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I say Hey, And you say Hi. All those dreams, we seemed to try… Troubled minds and city lives, Across the world now, we run by… That’s the price that we all pay Ourvalued
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Oh Paris! sans égard pour moi (french for ‘without regard for me’)
Oh Paris, sans égard pour moi, you made me fall in love with you during those brief minutes that I had stepped into your heart, once. We waltzed as one then; flowing into each
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