Eyes: clasp of constellation

In the silent moonless night
I used to rest in ur lap my knight
I see the stars through your sight
Our eyes collide & u seize in delight
to ignite the breath that craves light.
And this make our constellation bright.
And allows heart to fly madly like kite.

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Death comes in many forms
though, living a life
is a best form of slow death.

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Too many sharp things to end ur life
Yet you choose
" LOVE "
for slow death..!!

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Living without you is slow death.

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Our city is dying a slow life
music on the streets has turned
into a soft murmur
Our feet dangle at the edge of this water tower's roof
as we watch our homes turn into
a browner shade of grass.
So much
depends
on the red wheel
barrow
but all the white chicken are slaughtered
and the steady rain has rusted
on its wooden bed.

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When that poisonous puff that you so stylishly inhale permeates through your lungs like a free disease; affecting varied organs to the point of slowing the blood flow to your brain and causing your body to eventually paralyze, leaving you with the inability to move or speak and with complete loss of memory, not to forget the cancer that slowly drags you to death;
I have just one query...

Is it worth it?

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Slow poisons never reveal,
the type of damage they do!.

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Had they come with the warning
of killing , never would she
hug her own death , herself !!

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square foot of a dawn and a dusk
beyond the glass
there's more than what meets the eye
the old raven reappears in the crack
between the boughs of the wild almond
a lawn mower drones through
the untamed arms of grass
I run my fingers through my long hair
it's been a while since I held something sharp
the kitchen knife doesn't count as sharp
neither does the paper knife or scissor
obstinate brain or a swith stretch of vein
or maybe it is the internal alarm that clicks stop
I end in circles of a mal du siècle
a square foot of the world outside
of morning, of night, of birds in sight
I watch situations work in reverse
all going backward
to the day I wasn't born
and the world still looks the same
without me in it

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"What hurts you the most? My absence or partial presence?" He asked
"The fact that you can't and didn't do anything to make me stay kills me." She replied

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