Tharuna Devchand

Let me talk to you about turmoil and tantrums;
about tempests that tremble the hairs
upon your neck,
making them dance
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I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you so much that it hurts.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you so much that it has ceased to matter.
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I like this boy but only on mondays,
on tuesdays he stays tuned into wii,
wednesdays break into fights about tuesdays,
and that just makes him mad at me.
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I saw you standing there
The wind blowing through your pink hair
And your wrists bearing soul to your metal affair
And i laughed
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Icicles bind me to the bench,
Your bench.
Faces pass, frozen in your features by my voracious eyes –
that chisel at each illusion, in hope of finding you.
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Dear friend, that time has come again:
everyone smiles with happy hearts
and scatter...
and by and by I sigh, pick up my burden and walk away,
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A pen.
My pen.
It glides along along along along
Seemingly endless
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An old woman sat on a foot high wall;
her wisdom etched wrinkles into my youth
as her hand called. At 'Hello, ' I saw you:
Your lips were stitched with last night's feud;
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