//shape of my home//

the hard bone of my ribs,
they caved in
probably last summer
I might have been aching since then

a cavity in the pit of stomach
carved by my broken ribs
the shape of a home

I sat by the window seats
of racing buses
looking for a home
that fit in the mold
made by sunken bones,
the one that I had scraped on me
last summer.

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A quiet whisper at times,
A harrowing echo of screams sometimes
I keep hearing that song
in so many colours.

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A maze
I have lost myself in,
the quiet labyrinth
of your azure eyes.

A trap
Of iron chains I am tied to,
the demure lilts
of your velvety voice.

With the arcane art
of unknown alchemy,
A lure to the abyss
Of magic carried
by the shadow of
A talisman....

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Through the cracks
littered on my soul,
I let the chilly winds
in, to soothe the burns
left behind
by his blistering hands....

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A maze
I have lost myself in,
the quiet labyrinth
of your azure eyes.

A trap
Of iron chains I am tied to,
the demure lilts
of your velvety voice.

With the arcane art
of unknown alchemy,
A lure to the abyss
Of magic carried
by the shadow of
A talisman...

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As I lay here
Torn open in this void,
I realised,
I might have been writing poetries
For a paper moon
Pasted on a scrap
Of scorched sky....

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Being kind is so powerful

Those with weak souls
are not capable of it....

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A maze
I have lost myself in,
the quiet labyrinth
of your azure eyes.

A trap
Of iron chains I am tied to,
the demure lilts
of your velvety voice.

With the arcane art
of unknown alchemy,
A lure to the abyss
Of magic carried
by the shadow of
A talisman...

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Sometimes I think
we might have been
written on these walls
with a piece of chalk,
And maybe that is why
each time when
it rains upon us,
we get washed away
word by word...

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Ruby skies watching
the emerging phoenix from my ashes,
An ode to my crimson beginnings...

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