Devanshi Khetarpal

If you scratch my soul,
You will get scraps of Jane Austen.

If you scratch scraps of Jane Austen,
You will get attain the traits of a raconteur.
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Twinning
Times are
Brimming.
Coffee sinks.
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When you pick your nose
And pull the booger out,
Which is slimy, sticky and black,
I feel awful. I can't feel more pain
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The tenebrous tiring tipsy night strutted away,
As the sun tarried to commence its dynamic day.
A bluish beam lingered in the air,
But something amidst the bluish beam,
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The wind in the breeze is like
Life within a sea wave,
Tea within a cup,
Dreams within sweet slumber.
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Paws,
Firm on
The ground.

Eyes,
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I was
Sitting
Among
Shadows.
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Mackintosh,
A birthday
Gift from
S.
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He turned the doorknob
To see it move.
He lifted the carpet
To see the floor.
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The dome of witchcraft
Lays untrod
Amongst the marshes and the dark.
I heard a wolf's howl there
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I wonder what those drawers think
When they are left untouched.
I wonder what they think.
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She stalked her
Only not in dark.
And was the same-
Her hands and legs.
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I waited at the table,
For two hours and five days.
The clock ticked every second,
Making it longer than usual.
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Paper dribbling
Across
The lobby.
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Scratch until you pop
The idea the floats in your head.
Try till you match
It with words that hop
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I took the train back;
I hate moving washrooms and
Boring passengers.
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The sky changes
Everyday.
Nasty way.
Takes my wings
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Sauce: Hello!
Saucer: Hello!
Sauce: Are you copying me?
Saucer: Are you copying me?
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There's nothing
Going wrong.
That made me
Think of the times,
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And all
Were tying
Knots.
Some said
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