Every hope I play on myself is a card showing how hopeless I should be

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When your nose will touch mine, Merrily will play a rhyme
My hands across your neck , my waist pulled by thine
Our silhouettes would be one , and space undefined
Nostalgia has no play , we'll have our first time
The stars will share our tales,
Whilst I glance them in thy eyes
And you say, "I see more twinkle,
in the rhinestones" ; my eyes
You promise "Our love will bliss, our tale will stay..."
"Even the moppet star will turn grey"
For now the hands will freeze,
While we live each second,
Longer than a day

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You
dig
and
dig
and
dig
and
dig
Until
you
find
the
mine
;
Then
you
scrub
and
scrub
and
scrub
and
scrub
Until
it
finally
shines
.

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I didn't know that you can't seek refuge in kind strangers,
I didn't know that I'm blessed with friends only in the form of kind strangers.

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Patriarchy is fine until

'Patriar- _kill_'
:/

you might very unintentionally be killing our(her) thoughts by defying us(her) in a positively spun statement.
It isn't actually whol-ly positive and it's a little hard to explain.
Because you choose to not be dominating but what you end up saying roots from the subtly lingering patriarchy* in our society.
You didn't intend to but sometimes it still hurts.
I'm sorry.
We are not at fault.

But brother it pricked.

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I don't live in my past.
I just get nostalgic every alternate second.

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chamfered are pieces of this jigsaw
Do they anymore belong to the same?

the search is for jigsaws with missing pieces
Where every weird chamfer will be the right fit in...

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when sometimes you only want a miracle to believe

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Hey!
You see me?
I'm walking all around you
That seems fun, can I join you?
You act strange like I don't know you
I know you
But do you know me?

Hey!
You miss me?
I walk to you so you act sweet
But when I walked by you didn't greet
I know you
But do you know me?

Hey!
I'mma back!
You know last few days were kinda rash
I finally feel kinda back on track
I'm happy, now could you ask?
Why am I such a joke you wanna crack
I'mma gonna go away
Then you'll ask

"Why girl? Why boy?
You had such a life to enjoy"

I let you
But did you let me?

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INVISIBLE ARCHITECTURE

What could be more visible than comfort in a gold palace?
What could be more invisible than happiness in the same?
What could be more visible than struggle in a poor man's hut?
What could be more invisible than columns in the same?
What could be more visible than death for the migrant workers?
What could be more invisible than a house by their name?
What could be more visible than the road that leads home?
What could be more invisible than the warmth of that place?
There's somewhere you'll return to, even after a day out in space.
My somewhere's a shelter,
Your somewhere's a road,
His somewhere's a villa,
Her somewhere's a boat.
So,
What could be more invisible than architecture which makes a house into a home?

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