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Scary love

He was a young man A lonely soul An accident took all those He loved The parents, the family And left him With a big heart empty. He was a young man A thousand miles away In hiding, working hard … Continue reading

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Late

He is late As usual She is late Unusual She remembers Their first date He was late And usual is Established! He is late As usual She is late Unusual He remembers Their first argument Their fear She was late … Continue reading

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Winter, summer

A little man made of dusty water! The dusty water once got constipated Over wet sand and dirt And so gathered its stodgy shapelessness Into a bulk of human appearance And got garnished with snowflakes. A little man made of … Continue reading

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Sunny snow

I have never known the snow To be so warming Until I met you Until I felt you The touch of your skin Left me burning And yearning To be burnt again By your beautiful snow spreading The length And … Continue reading

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Classical … typical

At the door she stood Half naked the light went through Her see through open robe Half open to be accurate Occurred to me as I was Half listening to her stream Of words, a self held Conversation. How typical … Continue reading

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Letters

There are letters in the post There are letters unopened There are letters unread Then there are your letters, a coast For my wrecked ships, a rescue From my wicked heart, a memory Of your beautiful face and soft touch … Continue reading

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Perfect week

Perfect week That’s the week I met you Perfect week That’s the week You smiled at me Perfect week That’s the week We kissed First time of many Perfect week That’s the week You told me You loved me Perfect … Continue reading

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