Category: prose, poetry
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Mosaic
I have loved a million people. Their pieces, their late night wonder, their sensation; rain and thunder and their sun lit skies. I have loved a million people; people I brushed past, people i never met and people I lost over the time. Their versions that exists in each of our universe, and their emptiness…
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astronomy in autumn
he laid a flower on my lap, it was almost wilted and bruised but he said it was still a flowerand it looked pretty; pretty like me. i put a bandied upon the scar on his hand. he smiled, i did too. then we looked up at the pure august sky as i kept my…
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circle
I always told myself, I was too afraid of appreciating changes and occurrences of variable futures in my finite years. I was always scared of understanding that something lied ahead of me, something was going to change the very instant I decide to take another breath. And I always prowled upon the sewer expanding in…
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a sad parade in a paradise
it’s raining. and i look out of my uncomfortably tall window. there are children jumping on the puddle, their mother rabidly pulls them away and closes the door. now there is only a sad puddle left, filling up minute after minute. i miss my childhood because i never jumped on the puddle like those kids.…
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