the meaning of
life is so meaningless
that we have to
search meanings
in it, for it
to make sense.

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i have longed for you;
and the walls of my ribs,
as if a prison cell,
bears the number of days
i have longed for something,
exactly, as you.

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The week we met,
We scavenged through our little nests,
Gushing like the turbulent wind,
In a hurry to keep up with the orbits of our galaxies,
We flew towards the home of intimacy,
The words we scribbled,
Music and sounds we played,
While you made your bathroom strolls,
From library proposals,
To that comfortable silence that we shared,
It all became so easily mundane,
maybe, it was another those kind of ends we met.

The week we met,
It's in the fold of the books archived in the library of our past,
Where I said,
I wish I could seize you in a bunch of pages,
And I think time did,
I wonder now, though I'm an 'architect',
It's always hard to renovate the past,
This one being a different type,
Where maybe this time, instead of Earth,
We will scribble in slates of Mars?

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i wish
my voids decay
in your
hollowness.

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I loved her, for her simplicity.

She was just simple, you know,
like you could understand her,
just, by looking at her.

as if what was on the surface, was
on the inside

like an ocean, perhaps.

And yes, her surface
had waves, but she had depth,
and the depth comprised of
components, of the surface.

for in a world as complex, as this,
it's perhaps harder, to find
beautiful, yet simple things.

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we chase the fantasies
to go far away from fatalities.

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your love
in my room was never
so suffocating
that I had to open my
windows of self respect

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"with you by my side,
I turn moments into momentum."

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"if that was expectation,
why it grew exponentially."

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"I broke like a molecule,
still as pure as an element."

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