Poems

Body language of words

Burn with carbs

Peace of a Puzzle

That Frankenstein trapped in me

I still live here… don’t I?

In a new city, again.

Moving targets

Something is right with the wrong choices

To the familiar unknown

I claim, I behold

That rock in the middle of nowhere

Gain of loss

Sky out of my fist

Moon and the Memories

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