Monday, October 02, 2006

Teeth that fight each other for space.
Education that left marks on fingers, each.
Hair that mixes nonchalance with inherited wisdom.
Eyes that move like glass houses.
Nails, unbitten but for one.
Feet covered. Always.
A Stomach like roads in Delhi.
My grammer is lost.
Obsessions.

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