Look
How you left me shrunk
And scared...
I lost my courage
I am so bare...
Look
How you left me wound up
Scrolls of angst I just soak up...
Look
How I have turned me a stone
Can't even open eyes to where glittery grass shone
With drops of dew...
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The State Funeral
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th...
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For the last few days... They are not talking... They just listen together-songs... Not songs proper even-some kind of music, instrument...
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Lord As a pianist whence Fully one fills a sense... An evening thinks perhaps it proper To become a starry night's divine lover... ...
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Chapter 1 ------------------------------------ Amit Ray is a barrister. Following English tradition, when he adopted the surname "Roy...
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