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Loving Neverland

Then we fought again.
the other day.
You for your idealism
Me for mine.
And inside these yours and mine
We died.
Pretentiously
Our lives held on to a wire
That we knew
Would eventually cut
Both ways.


But again,
We had started loving Red
By then.


SoUmY@


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Winnie the poohi said…
wow!!

This is a gem.. so many memories of mine hold in these few words of urs...

I wonder why I cud never express it as well as you :)

an experience it truely is
March 30, 2008 11:57 PM
Rukhiya said…
The title says it all-the poem more so for the stark truth-in the end i gues my(our) theory is wat comes into play :)
April 15, 2008 4:08 AM
Trinath Gaduparthi said…
This just captures and enraptures as I scroll down this blog !
April 17, 2008 12:39 PM
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