It’s a Sunday afternoon and I have nowhere to go. I should have slept half-naked there in my tepid shelter with only a rusting industrial fan to ventilate it but my feet are yearning to stride somewhere my mind doesn’t know about. So I have decided...

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A blot of ink starts a serenade of words. On an infinite line flows a rush of feelings only this pen could attest. A gentle grip and then slither a smile, a thought that runs in a complicit intertwine between love and paper. And you hope, again, a smile..

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On January 23rd we cruised the bay Calm and still waters Lying beneath Silent witnesses of flourishing love Our eyes meet somewhere There at the ebbing tide The moon-shadowed beach Wind lashed waves There at the harbour A lamppost That illuminates lovers.
Topics: beach, life, love, poem

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It was night at Room 206 when it was day outside, The drapes in auburn and black fall like veils taunting time. They fall down deep into the mystique recesses of two souls, Far, distant they thwart two worlds. The lone window shrouded and now opaque,...
Topics: life, love

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A pail of tears, now. I remember you, thirty thousand fishes, drifting in a pond like fallen silver leaves catching the last rays of light in that morose afternoon. Would there be bliss when September ends? Thank you, Mom. My confidant, my comrade in...
Topics: Bar exam

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