Category: Poems
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My sweet darlings
in PoemsDear my precious babies, cry as much as you want right now; when you grow up, you’ll learn how expensive tears can be.
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“I don’t have the skills”
in PoemsBut I can’t hold the urge to write what I feel and observe, and shamelessly call them poems.
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Branched, entwined
in PoemsThis battle we fight relentlessly—has always been about you wanting to be the savior,and about me, wishing to have control over myself.Till when, do you think, you need to supply the oxygenfor me to breathe,when time has proven, again and again,that I am a trunk strong enoughto support both of uswhen the rain pours, andyou…
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Transparent
in PoemsThe speaker reflects on being transparent, feeling misunderstood, and overlooked despite being open and vulnerable.
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Paracosmic 