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I'm still a novicein the art of livingbut so are the rest.All are engrossedand contendedin their own sweet lives,breaking bones of destinyand making c..
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The pesky sun throws a lousy sunlight.The drowsy winds chase the fading twilight.The greeny trees sway to cuckoo's lores.And I break out to hit the wa..
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MangaloreThe greenish cloth which the nature wearsis a tiny manifestation of its myriad fairs.The cricketing musicians, the singing birdscreate melodi..
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UnderstandWho can understand thee,better than me?I run in your breaths,invading tiny cagesfreeing the bruises etchedin the leftovers of my heart.I thr..
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A pleasant experience with a not so pleasant bank
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StorytellerThe world is filled with empty pages.Many mistook her for one.But she's different.She transcends the routine game of pen and paper.She move..
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Whispers of the ForgottenThe nascent moon outsidedons the mystic orbs.Gloomy clouds strikes thunderwhenever the heart throbs.The air in the houseis dy..
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Time Travelling on a wish...Time moves, but not moments, necessarily. Some stay buried in the cemeteries of the past, while the rest, whether good or ..
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NowI lovethis venturein known ways,but different times.Beadsof sweet sweatremains a thirst soother.Fuckmy lusty soul.Now.C Kumar
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AnimalAs the tongue slithersdown her spine,she roars in pleasure,and he tastes fire.It doesn't take longfor the naked duoto dance togetherin the passi..
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