Poems from zari.

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Poetry is an art, not just words written on a sheet of paper.
Something about a woman was more tempting. A man was never the type to enlightening me, the connection was a dead mission. A glare from a...
Silence... ..Each period I type, make my words become absent. When the cold wind brushes passed my skin, I say nothing, I let the...
Cravings. 3 am, my mind and my body is going crazy. I'm craving her body; how she stares at me, and her soft hand in mine; I'm wishing I...
I wasn't much of a painter, but how you wrapped your arms around me made me feel more home, than at home, and I wanted to paint myself onto...
I'm trying to break down the meaning of success, When going through life trying to find it, and on the way, you feel less of who you're...

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