"It's startling how shadows can tell stories",
once you said to me nonchalantly.

Maybe that is why
I do not let the light in anymore.

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Stop writing endings
before beginnings
and wonder why
nothing lasts forever.

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It's okay Mailbox,
I am empty too.

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It's not the pouring exactly, 
not the bareland either. 
The water rising up 
to quench your thirst. 
No. 
It's not what drove 
your body here
like a stolen heap 
Why did you abandon it
on this unreasonable ground? 
Not that you dove in
the oceans,
singing 
their perfect punctuations. 
It's not the last moron 
who turned you down, 
or turned you out 
or kept the mask on. 
No.
It's never the love,
it is the dark
escaping its last rays.

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I knew you
I loved you
But you know
some ghosts do look
real enough,
to be felt.
surreal enough
to be left,
within the voids of dark.

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I'd always loved roses,
but I am scared of them now;
specially the ones
that mysteriously appeared
on my table,
minutes after I scattered them
over the cemetery of my dead lover.

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4th graders these days are going through relationships and break-ups.


When I was their age, I used to wonder how an eraser suddenly disappears when it falls down from the desk!

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It's a losing game
To think someone can complete you,
when they are the pieces of puzzles
in themselves.

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Pour me a glass
of anything
that tastes like honesty.

I have been drunk
on your lies
for way too long.

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Her burnt diary,
his dusty letters.

Few washed out feelings,
few tucked up emotions.

That's how they tried to cross out each other.

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