i first saw you, trapped in the bosom of a poem
written in sanskrit – archaic in the sense, an...
it stirs
in the deepest...
tonight; we drink our wounds
earnestly, searching for melancholy...
Blue in colour with a hint of red
one calming, one inviting...
borrowing breath from tomorrow
staves lament just a moment longer...
I'm not quite as restless as the
last rainfall. Though some may...
to the man who chased after eternity –
foolishly, i follow in your footsteps...
I think about you, every so often, when a
90s pop song plays on the radio and how you...
The shadow in her closet
tasted sleep...
I couldn't handle it this morning.
Correction - I couldn't handle her...
Ink seeps down, again,
Scratches, reflections, soap dust...
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Tomorrow...