Tag: #death
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CRIPPLED
Sitting at my window, I was watchingthe stars; Waiting for the moon to go down, For the sun torise; To the eyes those were red, To the lips those were pale, To the wrist that was bleeding, To the bed that got wet, To the calm and restless wind, To the tomorrow without me, My […]
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Do I really exist? Do you?
By- Manoj Sri Harsha Do I exist? Or Do I not? How can I resist, questioning about it a lot. Am I living in now? Or is this a memory? Am I in the mind of a cow? As a memento mori! Whenever I relive a memory, It feels as real as now. Is my […]