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For once,
In a lifetime,
I wanna be the poem,
And not the poet.
Maybe,
My poem would be,
Like the unfinished glass,
Waiting to be glued.
I would be the useless vase,
That everyone puts fake flowers in.
A bag,
Used by everyone.
I'll be a medium,
A cavity,
Filled by their emotions,
Used by them,
Thrown by them,
A cavity,
That is what I am.
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-Krishna Parmar
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Little Lit-fucks [Unfinished Forever]
Poetry[Here are some of the poems and snippets written by me. Every part is a standalone.] . "You were a priority I couldn't have." "I was a priority you wouldn't want." . "Finding you was a choice, Falling in love was my hell." . "Dedication; These are...
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