He knew he was in love again as he searched for her car in the parking lots and her face in the country roads.

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Death is a dreary gift, but a gift. A favour meant to end the pain of man, man who is tormented every hour with arrows of reminiscence and incomplete desires. But dear death, today and everyday yet to come I stand on your abode and dare you with intense agony. Spare the one who has a family to feed. Spare the one who lies beside his beloved. Spare the hungry child and the one with his hopes up. And have us, broken men from which the purpose was snatched away, fallen men who were rejected the simple pleasures. Come, devour. Satiate. And never return.

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If then, the man will walk through the valley of silence to unravel the meaning of each word. The heart will yearn for what is yet to be said. Death will wait. Silence will speak. Gone days will recur.

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That day was exactly like today. That sweet, seductive scent that betrayed me down the lane. How I passionately followed the white brick walls curious of what awaited me. I slithered down and I was once again that old child who couldn't contend thoughts in his crowded heart. Inaccurate, but beautiful. The hardback books. Perhaps it indeed was the right face, the right smile. The pleasant little faces of time turning all over, turning altogether, leaving us helpless... or maybe hopeful.

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Warg into nature's soul, dive into numb waters. Remember a bee's vigour and a snail's calm. See what is less seen, Feel what is less felt.

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What shall I choose? The balm of these amber pages or the scent of thy hair.
Fly away reason! let me lapse to slumber;
And forever rest with a bliss.

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Ours was an unsaid tale, scripted through long hours of seeping silence.
Nine years have passed by, yet before each dawn the same reverie numbs my senses.

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If you wish to write, then let it be about pain; for
happiness is tempting,
pain is not.

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I'm cursed to listen the sighs of gone days.
I'm bound to yearn for faded memories.
Look at me, again. Listen to me, again.

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World is arduous, dad. I'm back...

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