Tag: prose
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Breathing
There she sat at the end of a broken pavement at the violet shaking dusk; triedly murmuring about how she did not want the world to remember her for who she used to be, about how she wanted to erase the past that so defined the details of her inglorious life on this planet. She…
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The beautiful broken people
I think there is a melody to every heart break that crumbles a human body every once in a while. Somewhere as someone watches the moon and sips coffee from a broken mug that has been glued together for the second time moon—someone in some place is falling apart, looking at the beauty of the…
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Life is an Art
Life is an artA seraphic madness and a nomadic beautyPlaced under our ribcage.Innate with the emotions I drench inAnd a stranger to the consciousnessI crave forMaybe this is how we were bornAware yet unaware of the fatePlaced in our palmsLacking wit and smiling so dynamicallyLetting this psychedelic insanityDrain the humanness out of our bloodLostIn between…
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Moments to Memories
Somethings are not meant for you. Somewhere in the middle, things change and nothing can mend it anymore. No matter how hard you try to stay in between and hold the two ends of the parting continents, in the end, after the heart break hits you like the earthquake, things eventually fall apart to their…
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