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Another Stop Sign

As a habit I run fast, whenever I run,
whether its to the end of the block or into a dorm.

If I stay still now, I could your cinnabun,
And the flavor of cinnamon entices me,
its taste as old and warm
as the feeling of your sleeping breath
when I lie next to your nutmeg body.

Love could be another stop sign I jog past

but looking at you, my lungs have nothing left.
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Dr.subhendu Kar 19 July 2009

Love could be another stop sign I jog past but looking at you, my lungs have nothing left................quite interesting one, yet of unique genre, i may give 10.n

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Ronald Doku 15 July 2009

really exciting to read. different from what i mostly read, great poem.

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