Raj Dronamraju

I shook your hand
I took the loss
Escape was impossible
I took the loss
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The hand of friendship was offered
The hand of friendship was slapped away
The trajectory of the spurned
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We are the goldfish in the bowl
We are known as Mr. and Mrs. Goldfish
I don't mind this transparency, a benign surveillance
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My father in law
Barely missed the last just war
But saw the severed heads of prisoners of war
The Japanese displayed them
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Love sighted through an opening in deep forest
A blur that moves quickly and vanishes
But leaves a lasting impression
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If obnoxiousness is art consider this your exhibition gallery
Different stages of difficult behavior hang on the walls
"Don't touch" but some illiterate fool usually ends up doing just that
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She is the queen of the replacements
Her people await further orders in a large open-air building
A former factory - old and gray and damp, it looks like the 1950's
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Have you ever heard Saturday morning radio?
Is the radio programming different on Saturday morning compared to weekdays?

She dreads small talk and making his lunch
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June is a doodle and a series of squiggly lines
Fortnightly makeovers and elegantly presented hangover

Someday someone will write the definitive statement on how the internet ruined music
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The world is not just effect in place
For it's rotten inside and the outside is not so certain
The connection is not so close so who cares
It's beauty in a casual acquaintance, his only job is to be handsome.
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For three or four years, I almost enjoyed myself
Extending warm greetings to easily trampled attendees
Bread and butter lovers rest a foot upon the stair
Catapult the premise once her guard is let down
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I am not for public consumption but rather for private cogitation
Review and strive for meaning, gasp and grasp for meaning, grunion flopping under moonlight on a lonely beach

I can't pass group acceptance but can slip in through an individual's experience
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I am going to straighten you out
On the role competition plays from a very young age
All play is practice for survival
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Frozen treats for males and females, frozen treats help chaste courtship
Whether it comes in packs of 12 and you can fetch one from the freezer for her on a slow lazy weekend afternoon
Or you buy from the ice cream man, his music makes all the dogs bark
You hold hands and stand in front of your house
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Don't say a word, keep your eyes focused directly in front of you or on the ground
Swallow the daily dosage of the sculpted narrative with a glass of water
And always remember truth is ambiguous and in the eye of the beholder
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I don't like to come here
Because I remember the "here" of some time ago
The "here" of fields and rivers and trees and animals
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Trudy, build the scaffold
High enough to take the weight of a man

Cinch the rope, the aperture is closing
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Not man as himself, not man as gender, not man as animal nor man as plant nor man as machine, not man as thought nor man as hunger, not man as man

In a magic forest of deadlines and daggers drawn
Secret you's navigate hidden pathways and find a real person in concealment
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Mid morning light, necrophiliac newsprint, temporary workstation was more than adequate
Aggressive mentor, mind instead of reflex body, trained critical creation

Does the dullest encountered wield the sharpest tool?
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Whether for charity or as part of an event for school, buy a ticket for a haunted house
It's Halloween, one must pretend the supernatural is real
And blood and gore is a real life situation to be encountered
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