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C is for Cafe She looks out the window. She is 9 again. Just like every Sunday morning, Papa’s best friend, Edouard, is here to accompany us at breakfast. He stayed the night as Papa and him had some important… Continue Reading →
They spoke their native tongue, Which the girl understood, Although she was not as fluent as them. She tried to speak to her mother in her language But was hushed due to bad pronunciation. At weddings, parties or even just… Continue Reading →
You thought for a long time Processing every bits and pieces Exposed to you by me, After all those lies. I was afraid you were going to walk away without saying anything I thought that this might actually be the… Continue Reading →
I close my eyes. This is what I’ve been dreading. That you will find out the truth, I didn’t mean to hide anything, Not from you at least, But I was so scared, I didn’t know how to talk about… Continue Reading →
The art of forgetting her isn’t hard to master, When everything reminds me of her, When I can see her everywhere, Feel her near me, Hear her breathing, And feel her presence, always. In the mornings, on my way to… Continue Reading →
It’s a feeling, Not quite quite pain But a dull ache right from the middle of your chest, As if you’re crying and screaming eagerly waiting to be heard. It’s a force, More like a favour to gravity, Where instead… Continue Reading →
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