Category: prose, poetry
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spring blues
“i think someone april. i think someone broke somebody’s heart in spring” i have forgotten how the flavour of coffee feels like. i can only stare at a young boy on the bus stand sipping Starbucks, its coffee, i can smell it—i miss it but i gave up caffeine long ago. like how i gave…
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The Snow in Summer
it was the tenth of june and the sun was shining bright as her eyes. shirtless and in trunks—so hot i don’t remember the last time i touched something warm. one hot summer night i heard someone calling out her name, and when her name ended, it took me back to many years ago. she…
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Loving My Earth
I fall in love with all those dimensionless things that exists amid the void inside of me. I fall in love with those people who are no longer here and memories that are long forgotten. I have found lost laughters, worn out remains of sweetest smiles, and forgotten letters of those strangers, now living somewhere…
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My first love was ‘loneliness’
when people ask me who was my first love, i reply ‘loneliness’ and then there a miserable silence in both of our lips. they usually leave in an awe—quite unaware how someone can actually love something as horrible as loneliness. some think it’s a lie because i regret my first love. i just like to…
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