"The day began like a bland podrige but ended up like bitter a gourd."

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And we could only
form the web
of a dreamcatcher

with those stolen strings.

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"Poetry is a well wrought 'urn' on the outside
that stores your ashes safely inside."

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not to be the ring
that fits our hearts
like perfect warmth
until we die
But
to be the mark of
it's being etched
to each
other's souls
as a souvenir of
our journey
because we loved the ring
though it did not
fit us comfortable.

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There's this fear
when I hear the footsteps
of love getting closer to me.

I doubt everything.

Scars of past etched
in my soul
screams out ,

that all of this
is
just a

SHAM.

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She had questions in her heart
n' he had answers in his smile.

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The distance between us never made any sense to me.

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I' ll love you forever...
From far away.

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"Candles around, burning bright
yet only darkness conqured your soul."

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For writers,
words are like net sarees
they choose to drape
over their souls.
Revealing enough,
yet it veils enough.

Maintaining that thin film
of elegance n' colour
yet keeping truth alive.

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