Ajinkya Pawar
the heart feeds off
the notion of you.
its a parasite
it pumps venomous thoughts into me.
my pride
chisels you off the heart.
flake by dead flake
i am reduced
life less alive.
the present cleaves
the past bounds.
pride can only pry off
so much...
the rotting remains,
the imagined threads
now keep us in a sickly embrace.
tangled and apart.
dark and in limbo.
we, do not make a 'we'.
a part of us buried
slimy, unhappy
its hands trying to grasp
in two different directions.





Thanks for the fave
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One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.
Paulo Coelho
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so long and thanks for all the flowers
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If you are going to tread on thin ice you might as well dance!
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"Everythig you can imagine is real..."
Pablo Picasso
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"Everythig you can imagine is real..."
Pablo Picasso
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so long and thanks for all the flowers
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