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Life
by gautamr89
LIFE: A Repertoire of the paths we tread, The uncertainities we dread. The trails we leave, The realities we perceive. The answers we seek, The secrets we keep. The stars we gaze, The horizons we chase. The choices we make, The voices we forsake. The bridges we burn, The lessons we learn. -Gautamr89
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by saurin
“Life before me? The play was that banal. And Aryan, poor boy, he was so dull.” Of course, that upset her, she’s smitten; I’ll show you the bad poetry she’s written. You want to help? Rhyme her something nice with seagull. I went backstage, he looked lustful. “I spoke with him, all he did was babble.” You think I’m unaware of this burden? We two are very close, I know very well her life before me. “Forget her, take my heed, you’ll be grateful.” We first met on a sultry night like this, one April; She kept talking about stars, all I did was listen. Over the years I've fallen for her passion. I want her to be mine but I’m not that cruel; If she won’t have me, I’ll just let her get back to her life before me.
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by saurin
“Life before me? The play was that banal. And Aryan, poor boy, he was so dull.” Of course, that upset her, she’s smitten; I’ll show you the bad poetry she’s written. You want to help? Rhyme her something nice with seagull. I went backstage, he looked lustful. “I spoke with him, all he did was…
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