i wander around
and listen to the winds
whispering your name,
and reminding me
of some whimsical rhymes,
and i suddenly miss your eyes
engulfing melancholy notes
and deadening sights,
which breaks me less
or breaks me more
doesn't matter
to my numb heart
which now unknowingly chokes
all the time
all the time.

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All that chokes,
isn't dust.






It's the memories
Sometimes..

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It was constant involuntary suffering. I left. We let us go. It hurts so much though whatever we had was real. Pure magic. Now, Ego. Hence, strangers.

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