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Thursday, May 27, 2010
Coffee -
the nausea of waking early
Why talk using metaphors ?
Why pour slimy poetry ?
Don't you know what
I am talking about ?
The scribbles - the wall - the ugly
its all just about me
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Ranjan
May 28, 2010 at 4:54 AM
too negative for me!!
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