These ghosts of mine

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Hues free
shackles gone
wings unclipped,
voice unmuffled
breathing...
living.

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All that was shackled...

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You again...


For days that make me sigh,
you and I treat each other like a pain
we both care, yet we wear our rude facades
we annoy each other, wasting our energy
still you are a part of my story
so maybe next time..
let's share a humor and get along.

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Can you dare to be ?

.....me

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a typical guest,
without prior warning
with a lop-sided smile
and handful of complimentary bags.

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Her hues bleed
on the canvas of poetry,
that hangs in her heart's chamber
under the pretext of love.

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A guest I can neither invite in or kick out,
clinging to me, pricking on past.

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I wander in the voids within,
in hope of finding the pieces
that the puzzle of mine aches for.

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Even when all that is mortal ceases....

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