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Broken Frames
Broken pieces left here and there, Brittle mind of yours without a care. The paper stating our fate is now torn, You might be glad but I’m the one to mourn. Flashbacks, I keep getting them day and night, Printed, now forgotten memories in Black and White, I hold them near to my heart, Moments…
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Cold Talk
“Why do I need to grow old” My little self asked the grey-haired man. “So that you can be strong, Do what everyone else can.” Have you done much? “As much as I could, if only, I could hold time…” Why can we not? “So that moonbeams can caress you every night, And the Sun…
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The Faceless
Have only felt pain, Is there any justice left? Selfishness is all I’ve seen. This World is not ‘just’. Built upon lust and not trust. Gold buys you a home and a mask.
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What Now
Hyperventilating in the middle of the night, What now? I’m not giving up without a fight. Paused life; off track, Always been a hard nut to crack. So broken, heart’s carved out, Anguished by self-doubt. What now? What else is left to bear? Death-toll is all I can hear. Have I reached my destination? No…
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Last two earthlings
Here we have landed within the bright stars, But my world remains beneath the night sky. Women are from Venus, men from the Mars, Touched by the red-aura, all notions lie. The clearest blue of sky and the sea, The purity has left us conflicted. We keep wondering where our souls could be Collided…
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