poetry
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easy breath from prayas2 1560 days old
slowly someone has untwisted my neck let me see what's infront of me. slowly the waves have washed my hands my tired magic wand. she has gone for a ...
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Clay from prayas2 1584 days old
clay can simulate merged minds as cigarette ashes as time between doorways crushed. the cycle of seasons in my tea she wakes up late, when all dreams ...
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A Tune from prayas2 1585 days old
bright morning window staring I will wake her and encircle her with stars. let filaments grow they said, my garden has been stagnant for a while. far-flings, ...
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habitats of attrition from prayas2 1616 days old
habitats of attrition. be pleased - that life has no meaning has a whole she understands words by the sounds they make. she is insomniac ? when she looks ...
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Conversation - I from prayas2 1619 days old
repeat what her mother said to you, do not pretend you don't understand what it means to stand apart to stand outside and whistle to the birds. do not ...
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Slow As A Story from prayas2 1619 days old
slowly as a story which will not repeat itself ! my drawers stuffed to their seams the radio blaring on, the time of departure the way we will hide all ...