I am no adulteress
South of the Andaman,
An island lost in time,
Filled with grandiose mountains
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Each little statuette on the display
Counter screaming excruciating pain.
Her giant body collapsing, sending a fume
Of dust to the air, her little one
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a masochist
daily turning in words
knowing full well
nobody would read
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the sea is a great poet
a giant pot of ink
which it writes out lines
that sparkle in emerald
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hearstrings of mom
in the centre of house
sublime notes from fingers
she had curved her love into
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all souls day
at the cemetery
eyes are asterisks
to love stories
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eternity is a trap
no, go chase the horizon
go chase tomorrow
go chase time
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Sister's daughter, so fair and lovely,
Bubbling with a crown of jetblack graceful tresses,
A striking resemblance to sister's own childhood many years back
When she had cried waiting at the doorstep
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