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THE WOMAN.

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A hot damp night of November.

In a hot damp night of November, he slaughtered her silvery body and whispered: “Now you are my girl”.

His fingers entwined hers and his kisses burned her skin redder and redder.

“Please enter”, her lips made a secret curve.

NEW CITY.

Dear, how’s your new city?

You’re sailing too far from Home

where you’re meant to be.

On the sidewalk, neon signs are pretty.

You rush through faces that you never see.

Will you remember me

when you’re lost in a thousand seas?

LOVE?

Love?

It comes and it flees.

Lovers are not made to be

forever happy.

When the song of harmony

is no longer sung,

let love unstrung.

 

Love.

 

 

HUMAN PUPPETS.

Are we all human puppets in the swirling world?

Life is a curse.
Our eyes blurred.
Similar faces and voices-
Haunted.
Wear masks, fake smiles-
Unwanted.

Enough…Well done!

It’s time to let the curtains fall,
Take a bow and roll the ball .
Cause’ every curse is a blessing in disguise.
In swirling winds fly butterflies-
Live a life, don’t live a lie.

PHONE NUMBER.

“I remember your number, why can’t you?”, he asked.

“I remember my number either”, she laughed.

She is dumb at numbers;

and she’s never tried to get smarter.

She knew she was helpless and he had to accept.

“Don’t expect too much on me”, she smiled

cunningly…

He sighed and kissed her gently.

“Ironically, now I remember your number;

but I cannot call you, until forever”.

Tears fell rigorously when she deleted his number.

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