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steering our love ship

your love is
an impossibility,
just like steering
a ship across a desert
the words choke
my mouth
like the dusty engine
gasping for water,
grumbling across
dead lakes and oases,
like the shrieking
cutlery, which I now
throw at you.
The only thing
that makes noise
in this 2-room house,
but a home for none.

5 Feb 07

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Nice poem. :)
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 — pranav86