"F. R. E. E. D. O. M"

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White Shirt

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Do I have to sail through wrong choices to feel at home with the right one?

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The struggles I witnessed,
The troubles that turned dearest;

Oh dear life!! and it's illusion,
Breaking the cocoon
Is now the caterpillar's resolution!!!

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Spin and toss, With a quarter of your touch;
A drink you could never refuse
When I crave you inside me, more and much;

Pour me out now, as I am at loss of words;
Bound to my promise
I will leave you concurred;

(more in caption)

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Later that night, she finally found a great company after years of waiting...
Apparently, the graveyard had a new coffin

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Old Books!!!
Secondhand, for others;
Pre-loved, for Me.

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Cook meals not stories.
Journalist wife chose
Pen over
Pan

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"Make peace with things, with them..."
But what if we gave away a piece of our peace to the wrong one?

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I recall our arguments over my-kind-of-right and your-kind-of-wrong.
We both had our perceptions
ranging across spectrums that drew their own parallel world;
leaving us entangled in the same world.

I recall how our routines never saw each other's face.
We both had our own habits
spanning across day and night, coffee and chai, books and camera
leaving us alive in the same home.

I recall how the ashes from your cigarettes
lay comfortably next to my empty wine glasses
Like the sand lays next to the ocean,
they too wash us, off our feet

I recall and recall
over and over
your tattooed skin against my pale one
my layered hair over your bare chest
your camera clicks against my fluttering book-pages.

Differences, they say,
make and break the toughest souls apart.
I wonder what resonates, to keep us together!

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