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Death Is
Death is Beautifully revealing Tear drops of summer’s evening The dawn of never ending nights Strings played by matching pulses The experience, dipped into moonlight It is the texture of whispers in dreams The shade of our calling Love preoccupied by its own reflection The necessity of the moment It is the taste of lightning…
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Yesterday’s Flow
Problem with the Self unfolding Let it go. Out looking for replacements of something not sure ever had Remember it though Feel like it would bring another dimension to the still life But try to fit square pegs into yang holes Write personality into neat phrases That have no chance of housing contradictions that speak…
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What’s Love
What’s love? When a person picks up the remains and starts putting a billion piece puzzle back together and your remnants begins to resemble your essence. And paybacks aren’t needed because the understanding that they won’t regret it and they won’t hesitate to unhappily drop everything and try to make the cycle less repetitive