Smruti   (Misty Sierra)
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Words are sum of their histories.
So am i.
Joined 27 October 2017


Words are sum of their histories.
So am i.
Joined 27 October 2017
18 MINUTES AGO


In empty coffee cups and leftover talks,
does linger a silent aftertaste of lost stories,
keen to be shared yet always left untold.
— % &

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31 MINUTES AGO

If the haze over my eyes
didn't split like your truth,
knowing your lies would have meant something.— % &

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9 HOURS AGO

* Making the most out of minimalism.
* At the same time hoarding all that could be spiritual.
— % &

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YESTERDAY AT 22:02

serendipity / coincidence / accident



three nemeses
swallowed in one knot

leaving behind
their trail on walls
sometimes restrained

other times itching

to fall off ~— % &he walked towards her
wearing his yellow
moccasin

the message he held
lily shaped
chiming away on the
handmade trinket

she barely noticed

a knock
postponed ~— % &awfully glittery things
fish-tailed her fractals

she found a box
and became a square

mind you
it was no accident

she stretched up
oblonged
milky white babies
to the boundaries of a
rectangle-d house

under the hypotenuse
of a starry starry sky ~— % &she sewed
coins to her ankles

she sowed
neatly stowed green grass

until one day
just by coincidence
the wind broke a panel
and the corners ate up her patch

she mottled glitters and coins
into the hollows
and said

it was but a
mishap ~— % &the lily
watched from a distance
its uncertain head lowered

the trinket dangled
from his fingers
withering in circles

she glanced
but walked away

alas serendipity
is a foolish laggard ~

— % &

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YESTERDAY AT 21:31

The hiccup of your summer voice,
paused on a lemony confession;
I slid my fingers into yours,
our palms lined up like the north star.
— % &

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YESTERDAY AT 21:21

A fever burns my throat,
when the sky turns crisp.
Then suddenly you call,
i begin to smell like rain.
— % &

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24 JAN AT 22:05

//captioned//

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24 JAN AT 21:37

All he wanted from her, was boundless accuracy.
So she decided to skewer him with precision.

Now everything is clean and perfect again.

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22 JAN AT 21:30

Yesterday i migrated upstairs,
rimed with the withering frost;
this year winter felt like your absence.

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21 JAN AT 21:17

They lived
a lie
under one roof.

Sometimes
silence overrides
the voice
of truth.

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