“I have a new shirt,” said the gypsy. She drew me closer, within reach of her pair of sure hands “White with Green accents in the collar and cuffs,” she smiled. I saw only her neck, her ear and...
...until she hits you on the head asking, "Why 31 and not 41, not 51...?"
Thus I crawl from one doorstep to another.
Waiting for the Death,
Hoping it will show up when I sleep.
And after love,
I become half woman, half you.
Crushed, I turned inward “Whatever’s wrong with me,” I kept muttering to myself, “That she wouldn’t even look at me.” Then suddenly taken aback, I saw, That all these “I”s...
When it comes to a woman
You are only what she accords you
Framed in her silence,
And if you are offended by this
Then you are not madly in crush with her
Fix this first.
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