The lone cuckoo sings —
Leaves of our love lie withered,
A spring breeze stirs.

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Phones buzzed, "Nuclear Alert!". The weather was nice though with two Suns.

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"I watched over her for you! "
proclaimed the moon to me

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the soul yearns to soar
yet the skeletal cage clings to decadence of the days bygone

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'Friends'





they truly are the ones who make the weekend memorable, and the subsequent Monday more bearable

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When the only confines
to the rich tapestry of experiences are the limits that one's mind can conceive

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your side of the
bed isn't
as warm as it used to be
and yet your scent
lingers somewhere
close by,
tormenting
the very
depths
of
their
hearts

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the printer was tirelessly whirring out posters that went like :
"Mourning the death of our dearest daughter & son - Ms. Youth and Mr. Hope, who were strangled & mauled by his Lordship, Duke of Affluence, in the wee twilight hours of 19th of May. People of Bharat are now generously allowed to grieve the untimely death of these kind innocent souls"

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your success
It's about how
many punches you can take that life throws at you

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Jingle of coins to a pauper's ears

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