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Numbers of love

A night slipped away, 
one wept to sleep, one had bunches to dream. 
A couple of lines the poet wrote, 
nothing that the muse saw. 
Three simple words kept the lovelorn up, 
four texts sent for a clueless hope. 

If love has numbed five senses, 
then the sixth one will be gifted. 
The seven deadly sins, hunger for love could be all.
The ninth day of forlornness ate the soul up,
isn’t it already a punishment? 
Perhaps the love in October was forever a torment.

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Summer’s return

Summer- embraced, like a returning friend-
from a distant land. Here warmth descends-
here, she’s standing at the green fence. 

Listen- Summer’s chipping off her snack-  
rain and leaves crunched, with the cracks, 
incessantly- stirring a nostalgic hunger’s lack. 

Summer & melancholic hopers/the night eaters
in awakened dreams that have a bygone savor
of love & loss becoming- temporary painkillers.

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30th of November

This 30th of November, 
I can be dragged down by 
   men
that I loved. And they feel no guilty 
   I’m caged in maturity. 

A little girl tugs my fuchsia leg-split 
“Tear it or tear down”. 
     Fear 
of getting lost 
Neverland 
with a waggish Peter Pan 
  makes promises and never brings
or the world’s much like flame 
  in sin where men are hell king.

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Love is a clock, so mine is timeless

Love,
like a clock, its heartbeat in the second hand, 
A rush to unlock the heart's embrace.

I,
circle endlessly, returning to where I start.
The minute hand,
searching twelvefold for a heart's perfect time.

Sweethearts,
counted on fingers mastered by numbers.
The hour hand,
slows my chase with love's seasoned patience.

You,
a cuckoo's call, announcing the awaited moment.

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Twin soul

I have a twin
we were born in November
no one could see her, 
since she has hidden from their sights 
under my body and mind. 

Come and go, 
when all the vowers of staying disappeared,
my tears shedded- she’s still here; 
strong as she was, I knew 
her grief evermore outgrew. 

So young we were, 
I could call nothing mine, but her (my twin). 
She taught me to shelter in reads 
she taught me no cry for bleed 
she taught me to be a lying narcissist. 

Bad or good, things she did 
forsaken or unforgiven; accomplice 
I can’t get rid of it, cause 
for good I’m her twin, and
she’s my soul.

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Love is a clock, so mine is timeless

Love,
like a clock, its heartbeat in the second hand, 
A rush to unlock the heart's embrace.

I,
circle endlessly, returning to where I start.
The minute hand,
searching twelvefold for a heart's perfect time.

Sweethearts,
counted on fingers mastered by numbers.
The hour hand,
slows my chase with love's seasoned patience.

You,
a cuckoo's call, announcing the awaited moment.