In the crumbling lies of mystery
I am the phoenix in his poetry

Glorified am I, as the Aphrodite with Dove
Encaged am I, in his eternal verses of Love

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When she dreamt of walking,
He started designing shoes for her

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Should I call my heart
a "Herbarium"
since you are
preserved here.

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An oath of service before self on Cross
Being selfless even at grief and loss
keeping the personals aside in a pod
We are DOCTORS - THE DEMIGOD

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Writing gets easier when
You get a reason and a person to write for

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Sometimes it's better to sit aside
rather than creating another trouble.

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