Category: poetry
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Last Youth
do you still feel it in your chest. the way it did when you were once sixteen and life was a mystery to you but you were free from the fear or the grasp of the dying future. do you still wrap your arms around those people who once told you that they had been…
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NY BEAUTIFUL SADNESS
I would be lying if I said I don’t hide sadness inside my ribs. But what can you do with the sadness that is so beautiful? Sadness that choose to ache and love you at the same time. And here I carry an eon of emotions; like the water I drown in the memories that…
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Breathing
There she sat at the end of a broken pavement at the violet shaking dusk; triedly murmuring about how she did not want the world to remember her for who she used to be, about how she wanted to erase the past that so defined the details of her inglorious life on this planet. She…
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Oceans and Skies
Maybe, she is youngbut she is rather an antique vase;fragile and held by a gluebecause it once broke and couldn’t look beautiful. Maybe, she is volumes of masterpiecestapled togetherwith unread and unwanted thesis,waiting to be forgotten and burned for good. But don’t let them tell youthat she is just an unwary droplet. She is an…
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