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Having writ, I moved on. Wednesday, February 05, 2014. The first sign may be. Benign. All fine. Hope he'll make up find a way. His guilt turns into petty defense. I hope he'll come. But does not warm, feed. Calm a coughing soul. Or come back like I would. And once, wish he too could. I read, try sleeping but only toss and turn. But he, his snare, too much to care. I pour it all in a poem. Bury yet again my hurt. To go feed him on a spurt. Posted by soumya mukerji at 8:07 AM. Wednesday, January 29, 2014.

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1 nib 'n' notes

2 another woman's breast

3 may be not

4 just a screen

5 walk away disdainful

6 natural

7 some other pretext

8 goes away

9 he realises some

10 i burn

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Having writ, I moved on. Wednesday, February 05, 2014. The first sign may be. Benign. All fine. Hope he'll make up find a way. His guilt turns into petty defense. I hope he'll come. But does not warm, feed. Calm a coughing soul. Or come back like I would. And once, wish he too could. I read, try sleeping but only toss and turn. But he, his snare, too much to care. I pour it all in a poem. Bury yet again my hurt. To go feed him on a spurt. Posted by soumya mukerji at 8:07 AM. Wednesday, January 29, 2014.