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intent

Posted on | December 26, 2009 | 1 Comment

We sit, across a little square table,
On cane chairs,
In this formica world,
Looking away from each other,
Angry thoughts staring,
From blind eyes.

Truth is lost 
In bitter coffee
And from crossed spoons
War is declared.

( Image Courtsey )

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  1. Richa
    March 2nd, 2010 @ 11:57 am

    Crossed spoons r better than parallel tracks… at least they touched each other some time!!!

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