P.K Freitas Poems

Tonight thoughts of you
Keeps haunting my every movement

It is always this or that
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Last Monday, grandma told me in between her gasping for breath that I smell bad
My armpit reeks of lost melody
My general odour is burnt incense laid on a corpse
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My heart is soiled with tears
My cheeks are smoldered with wet blue tears
My eyes are drunk with weariness
And now my vision stays blur underground
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