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My song shall be the song of earth,
la la la..
i will talk the talk ofcerulean skies
and vermilion hued roses,
skies and roses it is,
ofcourse if..
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You should have been there
when the 11 years old almost
eye-scolded me pouting at my ignorance
saying in the mostsolemn tones ever
''Stop chortlin..
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Recently all i have written is elegies...
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and 47 is not octogenarian,stupid girl...
an almost vent write,i think...
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When rain walked in
through our huge hostel cupboard,
(like i said there are things---cupboard things
but you never believed me)
Those days when r..
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for my ghosts
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means, perhaps,i'm never going to be able to grow up...
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Saturday,
sunset leaves a saturnine taste
on our lips
till Orgiophant steals in,on his storch
spraying something,
Phermones,i think.
Your pink s..
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