She's all magic and mess,
Stars and sadness
Grime and grace
Blooming at her pace.

She's all magic and mess.

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You smile
on my lips like
fresh dew drops
even when I wither
in the glut of slimy
muck around me.
You make it
possible
for me
to bear
this
GRIME

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They say God's creations are lovely,
Aberrations if any,
are created by self,
But not at all times ;
Thoughts such as these,
Crop up when one is deep
upto the neck in grime.

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She picked me up,from the worst of grimes and loved me more than she did in my best of times.
She kept on joining my pieces even when I tried to rip her apart.
She stood by, even when she had an infinite reasons to leave me behind.
Above all, she had crossed the entire road for me when I wasn't even halfway for her.

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I often allow reality checks to
accumulate like the grime
underneath virtues
studded like diamonds
on my nosepin,
I love to carry with grace.
I barely
unscrew the trinket
to let go of the grunge,
so I seldom wonder if it's
the transparency of the crystal
I'm trading off with
a spell of laze!

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Rough patches in our life
make our soul shine
removing dirt and grime

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Then my soul remains calm and burns herself with the fuel of silence.
Because, I know that you are very much familiar with my silence than my speech.
Well, I am pretty sure that my silence brings you back to me and all the new priorities will vanish like a worthless grime.

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Its the Grime that often aids in Purging a muddled soul!

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