She ran after the past, He yearned for future,

Ignored and alone, Present sat in the corner.

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We're all but traders trading days for the stars and nights for the sun.

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If you insist,
We can spill this ink...
from backwards too.

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You can't fix the broken,
you can't heal them.

The only thing you can do
is love those pieces with it's every
crack and corner.
And try to make a home
in them.

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No more do I know what's right or wrong, now that every countenance flexes off the same smile as the edge of a knife.

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All I own in this fleeting world is my shroud and my grave.

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The heartache tonight,
inspired me to cry and write,
It's beautiful in sorrow, just like your goodbye.

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Love me to the bones. 

Love me till I find another body for this soul. 

then love me again. 

Every time, a little more 

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And you dared

Call me an art

When I was painted

In my own blood.

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A paragraph written in metaphor of dilemma, escorted by punctuations of overthinking.

Yes, me.

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