http://slow.writerscafe.org/Wleirdlilsatan The original writings of author Tharunika Subramanian en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775277597 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Twenty five,tall, dark and handsomeParents nod:the oldest story in the world."He is reserved" ,they say.That euphoric rush,multiple life epiphanies Of singing all the stars we could not see in a city like oursFake pleasantries,the rituals and the ring,Only the rings are circular;marking .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wleirdlilsatan/1960022/ Tonight, my eyes don't have the luxury to cry, For years,the Sun will have overshadowed the rusty whispers of truth, That starry nights guard, those dews of curses cloaked under darkness, Something beyond broken, on the mirror, that looks like me, Smeared makeup, untamed hair, lowered head i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wleirdlilsatan/1942564/ It was benign,the way she swinged her hands by her sideAnd did not need your's to spread the warmth.The way she held her head above,with galaxies in her eyesAnd when her feet were never really on the base,You thought something could frazzle the fire in her soul;Something ,that you called h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wleirdlilsatan/1936774/ You smile and cry like you have the purest eyes,Not fascinating:not at all.Custodial job,insignificant town,Frames of a broken church,dusty old shelves,Glass windows,plastic souls,Silicone faces,paper town,Sober autumns,russet and brown;Exhausting static of city lights,faint sounds of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wleirdlilsatan/1936758/