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Irina Das Sarkar
Be different and be damned.
Be different and be damned.
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Vase ...
I have been choking on the lump in my throat for quite some time now. And the temporary relief of lust has lost its touch as well. I realize now, lust is nothing but the bottom of the emptiest vase, with the void above filled with unperceivable loneliness. ...
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Unfulfilled wishes ...
Here it is, A body without a soul, Just flesh, blood, and bones. Here I clutch in this greased scabbed fist The sins, the wrongs, The overburdening guilt. For whoever dares to love this filth Will ash up and flare Like tiny wish lanterns Carrying unfulfille...
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Strange mind ...
I have a strange mind of stranger times Shameless is my speech Conscious of my bodily crimes. I drift like a leaf of Autumn's fall Wired black, white and colorless No sound made, no noise, no call. I am the true fear you bury in you heart The anarchy you wa...
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Neon lights ...
I want to be the neon lights that buzz in your head in the blinding light of day and the distorted version of reality that keeps you up at night.  I want to be that chaos that glows in your brown eyes when hit by sunlight, expanding and dilating. But more t...
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Promise ...
Daze and glaze through darkened hearts The ribs that break and tear Weeds of agony that grow under skin Mulch of melancholic fear. Now I hold you in my arms Here forever you shall rest Turn to dust and dirt and grit No more will your heart explode in your c...
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Hulo ...
Look at us, we're a mess. We both like those Christmas lights because rolling around sheetless beds while they twinkle sends the butterflies already fluttering in our stomach go on a crazy ride. We are clumsy, repeat clothes after sniffing them and have no ...
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6:45 ...
I woke feeling like 6:45 pm. Strange and disoriented from a sleep that wasn't quite peaceful, not because I had bad dreams or anything, but from all the fuzz in my head. I woke up to half a cigarette hanging from her lower lip, a power cut that had gotten e...
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Perfect darkness ...
Aren't we much like these clouds? Broken and whole at the same time. Keeping ourselves intact with the friction of the millions of pieces that sometimes get out of place and pierce our ribs. A complete picture of blue, or maybe black, or maybe a color not y...
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Brown eyes ...
The room's not big enough like it is back home. It's clumsy, very messy and hardly ever cleaned. But there are two beds that join like bones and somehow manage to sustain our beings on it. There's one window, with one view, that glorifies that one tree visi...
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Dead things ...
I have a thing for dead things. Or rather, the almost dead things. People, feelings, desires, hopes, aspirations, leaves, twigs and trees. I like the way they shape up so differently from the alive. No pretense, no rigidity. They snap at the easiest blow an...
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