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For I am touch-starved to death
Like a flower deprived of sunlight, I wither in the absence of touch. It’s a longing, deep-rooted and persistent, that gnaws at my soul— a hunger I’ve carried for years Continue reading
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A Writer’s Love
To be loved by a writer is said to be a privilege A muse immortalized in ink. And perhaps it is. Continue reading
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This Is How I Saw You
As the warmth of the winter Sun dispelling winter’s chill. As a soft kiss upon the forehead whispering everything is alright. Continue reading
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Love
A twisted melody, a song with chords of pain, A symphony for one, a yearning whispered in vain. Continue reading
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It’s Not About The River
The River ran, happy and free, Didn’t know where the sea might be. Continue reading
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Unleashing Chaos Through Ink
I crave a pen that bleeds my mind, A torrent of thought, a hunger to find. Continue reading