Hi~

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I could pluck cotton candies
from the vastness of blues,
where the steam under my eyes
would condense to creme chocolates,
cries of agony and anguish would
melt into melodious strings of sugar,
all the sweet in the world to beat around
and none of the shit to worry.

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When E is too forgetful:

A E I O U — % &

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I asked Google if I should post
Series quote


She ain't responding since then
— % &I had a dark joke
but it cannot be seen in light

[turn your phone off to read it]— % &Most jokes these days seem to come from Amazon

I get none of them at time— % &Paneer किसका होता है?

Tea का— % &Which fruit enrages Anna?

Banana



@Vaanchhit— % &

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all you need to make
a happy coffee,
half baked poems
over roasted guilts
freezing regrets
and a punch of
freshly picked
exam beans! — % &

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I and the government both
have one thing in common— % &5 year plans

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7 day plans— % &Sadly, none of them work. — % &

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I had a pun on bananas
but it is going through akelapun. — % &

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hoppity skippity bop
three random strangers met in a shop,
two of the customers gave their list so long
while the keeper garnered everything he heard a bong!
to the counter he rushed, oh so fast
ahem, the two were having a laughing blast
and once the two shared the poor joke
demonic silence and the three were dead in a stroke ..
tick your brains and name the murderer
tick tock, tick tock. Who else? the three strangers!
oh dear sapien, don't scratch your heads and look in the sky
look behind and you might see another bunch of flies!

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I see my room, I see a mess
I see them at once
but my room ain't a mess.
A pencil I had lost a night ago
was napping under my cushion,
perhaps the sleep had been long overdue.
A state of serenity jumbled
in a chaotic pile of papers.
A few incorrect calculations grazing
the leftover guilts from the last exercise.
A half read novel without a bookmark
or every weird object as one, a plectrum.
We don't call that a mess, do we?

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I'm not sure but the bags they carry
with each passing night, gets heavy.
My mouth has become my hands
both are stitched, reinforcing the bags.
My nose has become my legs,
helplessly running and ruining.

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