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Oh I love her Light of my day, the dark of my night. Her prowess exonerating my every thought. I fall pray to her naughty ta...

A small poem that I wrote for a past post and that was rediscovered now. The day was dry, moments wary, and then there was the kis...

Stranded in the crowded Island, Often I find myself alone. Staring at the starry water that knows not malice. True its heart it s...