Stop shredding all your hopes,
Your fist can hold all.

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I want to straighten out the creases,
The permanency of each one makes me afraid,
Wish we could go back to being a blank page,
Sometimes i wonder what you wish,
Your eyes are distant holding a strange fire,
Every attempt i ever made to close that distance,
Scorched my love little by little into ashes,
While i hold onto to remains tightly,
They seem to seek freedom slowly,
I try to iron out the creases of what remained,
But your desperation for desolation left holes in this too,
Your cold gestures burnt my leftovers,
Maybe it was time to bin our page,
Tomorrow, i promise to scribble afresh,
Determination is all that i wear now,
Letting you go was my decision,
Shredding us into bits was never mine.

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Let that pain shred and
embrace the grace
after all is gone.

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He is very curious to know. Two ways I can put an end to his curiosity now, by dissolving the question with the tag of error or, by shredding the built-in mystery into pieces. I prefer the earlier one as it appears to be easier at this late hours of night....

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'It's me or her'
My solitude shouted.

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