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Hypnotica

Hypnotica

The girl showed her fangs, most when alone

Her nails grew bigger, clear and they’re cold;

Escort; chaperone.

 

She showed her fangs when she got him alone

Clawing at skin; she’s ice and she’s cold

Showed her his doors and how they won’t close

Inside the living; curtains and carpets stained with cologne.

 

Epoxy the vase, stuck on the phone

Shirt into shre...

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The melodic grass

This music,

it makes me want to fall from the water

float in the sky,

stare at those lips

and kiss those green eyes,

drink from the clouds

and jump on the pond

to feel the stars

and gaze at the stones,

 

 

the rythms , the notes

melt my mind

ignite my visible voice

I'm not here nor there

maybe inside a void

 

floating on the blues

maybe its a d...

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Deccan's Daughter

Wrap-a-round the waist
Of brown dried leaves
empty nests and lakes
gusts eroded soil
closed ones left her
Summer-of-turmoil

Singed yet yearning
defies upheavals
Sun tries the hope
; had locked clouds
in a deep dungeon
beneath blue shrouds

“Bleak sprouts bliss
, I shall stand tall”
Quips the Queen
one dawn in June
receives a reward
from the monsoon

Brocade black blouse
dren...

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