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Concentric Circles (Thanks S. Kapur for the inspiration)

We initiate strangely, you and I.
We start, we stop.
We push, we pull.

We move with caution, you and I.
We spring, we regress.
We watch, we suggest.

We hit reality, you and I.
We recoil, we leap.
We reconcile, we grieve.

We move on, you and I.
We laugh, we regret.
We pretend, we forget.

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  1. Anonymous8 December 2010 at 20:30

    universal emotions so poignantly expressed..

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  2. Anonymous8 December 2010 at 22:11

    thank you :) may I know who you are?

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  3. Anonymous9 December 2010 at 03:44

    aint it enough that i identify with your thoughts and feelings..rather than be 'identified'?

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  4. Anonymous9 December 2010 at 11:07

    It is. But you could use an alias. That way I'll be able to tell you apart from all the other anonymous posters :)

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  5. Anonymous9 December 2010 at 23:40

    :) so lets give me a name : CC after Concentric Circles?

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  6. Zoya Brar10 December 2010 at 12:42

    Ok CC! I hope to see your initials on many more posts :)

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