The amount of Black
I carry within, is
the epilogue of
all the rainbows
I've blissfully
Exhaled.

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She was his prologue.
He is her epilogue.

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Nature...
She crafts the prologue
She crafts the epilogue
And in-between , we just scribble
Something!!

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I'm not the Prologue of your Story..
At the same time ..
You are not the Epilogue of my Story..

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I am part of an unfinished story
still deciding on my epilogue.

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You search for post-its
Words stuck in your throat
No piece of stationery
tiny enough for your note.
Your writing spills over
(Though you settled for a sheet)
But you won't stop
Ere your message is complete.
So you tear up
Everything you wrote
you walk away,
no goodbyes, no note.

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