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Nineteen

April 26, 2007

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everybody, now, come on,pack your bags, and go to hell. Advertisements

Eighteen

April 19, 2007

5

i hate the rain.and its endless wetness that seeps into sleep. its distant bass-hum of thunder, dotted by silent pitter-patter. the tubelights that shine on freshly glazed green leaves. the crunch of hurried heels on sodden roads going home. the blackness of night. the monotony of big hunks of cloud. i hate its humid quietness […]

Seventeen

April 19, 2007

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the piano in the corner of the hall had grown accustomed to being alone.underused, with each of its wires bending with age. its white and black shiny digits losing lustre, fading to the ochre of old, old paper coloured with cream shades of romance. its life was inching past, and all it could do, was […]

Sixteen

April 15, 2007

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everyday, a thousand stories die in my head. little tales made of lives that accidentally touch mine on a bumpy bus ride, occupy my empty seat once i leave. pink blossoms that i built with words, wither in the summer afternoon. everynight, my hands are stained with the colours of each moment that passed through […]

Fifteen

April 9, 2007

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god’s eyes are shut. in his yard,a tree bears twelve wishes for offspringtwelve wombs’ waiting, tethered tight to its bark,a circumventing mother’s eyes pressured shut, chantingplease please please please. this tree probably has delivered the approximate number. everyday,god’s eyes are shutbetween one and four at noon. the absence of a red or black circle on […]