"You & me,
In a beautiful pristine nature.... is what
I call my paradise".

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Sitting at the edge
I marvel
At the pristine beauty
As the city lights
Blink and wink at me;
Whispering winds flirt with me...
Strands of hair fall to my face.
As the mysterious misty clouds
Embrace me.
It's a mountain love affair.

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Some people, some places and some experiences lie untouched in the caverns of our hearts. We feel like writing about them, but we choose not to. Because, we are scared we might not do justice, in describing their beauty. We are afraid that our words would not suffice. Hence we keep them locked within ourselves, and they remain as pristine as they were.

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Pristine touch of your presence, portrayed the different side of me even hidden to myself.
I'm liking this new enigmatic me, different me, as being the reason of my happiness...

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You saw her blood stained hands,
you didn't see her pristine sword....

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We both were so erotic and pristine.
Fantasizing our love scenes in philippine
We got so close all of the time
We were stucked in loveful daydream having wine...

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Dear God,
Please open my eyes
to see all goodness.
Please shut my vices
to all badness.
You created me good.
Let me retreat back to you,
even more pristine.

Ever in yours,
Me...

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You're like a river
And I'm like a deformed stone
Without any shape, without any purpose
Hoping you to come one day
And polish my rough edges
Making me pristine
So that misfit shards of my broken heart would find their meaning
So that I can feel whole again

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I am now completely capable of
expressing a paragraph worth
of musing in two sentences.

It would be two pristine sentences,
but it wouldn't be me.

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sometimes.
the only proof
of existence.
of pristine.love.
is a modest daydream.

-because they only say.

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