38 degrees outside
nor’Easter ice melts
Though the storm in your eyes
I could never tell
In sleep you’ll find
I am kind
And I’ll never forget
those nickels and dimes
Your paved road gave me this peace of mind
And every step I took, the snow melted
You were reaching out for a fireplace
My heart felt it
Eliminating fears
You somehow knew there was no wind here
My latest pieces
“I have survived too much to go quietly.
Let a meteor take me.
Call the thunder for back up.
My death will be grand.
The land will crack,
the sun will eat itself…
-the day I leave.” – Rupi Kuar.
My latest pieces
“I have survived too much to go quietly.
Let a meteor take me.
Call the thunder for back up.
My death will be grand.
The land will crack,
the sun will eat itself…
-the day I leave.” – Rupi Kuar.
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