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Saturday, June 20, 2009

At Last.

I love it-
When I shamelessly intrude into your sleep
And talk many a sleep deprived night to morning.
Darling, it's fun being a puzzle.
From a vague distance, I watch in amusement
As you try to follow the faint trails of my incoherent words.
I'm an Eve, out of my Eden.
Off I go, with an apple half-eaten
To dark eternities and perilous uncertainties.
asha odathekal
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