You're the irony of my life.
Who knows if I'm the
apostrophe...
Being a stressed syllable
in your imperfectly perfect
poetry.

Yet, in the ache of healing

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Walk through poetry
Of her window lane
Mystery like her dark eyes
Creates a clashing universe
Where the dark stars are visible
to escape
When inception of time
reunites with art of existing end

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I care for you.
I spare a thought for you.
I inscribe you in my heart's garret.

Being always a draft for you,
with shivering hands,
fearing stillness.

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I see pain in your soft cheek
I hear you're alone
I talk through your eyes
If I could sleep your head
......
If I could wrap your warmth by
my little arms
...
But, if you only stay

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Nothing remains the old
Everything changed and sold

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Felt like someone was pushing me from behind
Words simply evaporate
Eyes appeared clouded
I'm waiting
I went on waiting
I want to wait
turn into bundles of different problems
It's hard to unravel a single one
As long as the shape of soul silhouette

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Stitches into my embroidery dreams
It hurts you to feel
Please place your hand over my head
Can you hear the messy noise?
I'm too scattered to talk to you
Nevermind, it's just a simple echoing silence.

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Hide behind the smile
Expectations miles and miles
Nothing to be worried about
Problems need to be buried,but
Two characters are the main ones in the story
None other than I and myself in glory

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Sometimes, doing nothing is the hardest thing to do. It's not enough to wait for something or someone. It takes guts; don't try my patience.


Either you will fall, or you will rise. Deeper... Darkest... Coldest... Drenching my heart in the chambers of nothingness. Can't swim, still floating around, ubiquitous.

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Only clock can see human's transient moment

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