You reside in the universe
full of infinite hues,
I admire the beauty of those
hues and not your's,
For they are your scattered
form of divinity more
beautiful than your look.

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The Diary of little madeline
Revealed the secrets of her sufferings
When people used to mock her perpetually
And spasm her noble soul with the intensity of their jinx
When her crystal clear soul was weeping
And no one cared to preserve those plush tears
Therefore she decided to half her life's expectancy
Entered the realm of shinigamis and took away the real death note covertly
Went on to write thousands of names on that single peace of paper
Make someone dead by gunshot or make the existing wounds even deeper
Alas, in the end, she was the only one left standing on the soil of dead
Satan hence arrived and took her to the extraterrestrial fissure
 Only to make her feel the melancholy of the dreadful act of foul leisure.

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She was trapped
in the hole of despair,
when he walked with
her down the aisle of
Paradoxical realm.

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I am yet to find you...
Why then do I fear losing you?

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The realm of dreams is vast enough to make them come true, only the worthy ones with tireless sincere efforts has the potential to gleam...

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In the realm of 'Our ' existence ,
'they ' are untouchable;
Maybe cause
In the absence of ' Their ' existence,
'we' are unthinkable!

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writing is like a spiritual realm

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Enter The Realm

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Scintillate of my sun
Was brighter than the absolute 
For when he was around
Everything sparkled
His electric soul nuzzled my calm vitality
And for a decade, kept me safe in his vibrant physicality
Alas, my heart beat came dwindling down like a dominoes lane
For sunshine left without caressing me with a morning kiss
Now, lying next to his immobilised dead body
None of my senses are working
For mind's pondering what might his last thought had been
His glittering eyes still look the same
As if searching for me in all this mayhem
Souvenirs of our love, lie near his mouth's vestibule
So, I take etna to get remains of his warm last breaths
Maybe, our togetherness was limited
Maybe, in some other realm of love, fragrance of our fondness is still lingering.

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Her realm of dreams of
being dearest to him
was shattered soon in the dilemma
of his inevitable precedences !

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