It would be aesthetic
When the bell tinkels,
When the clock strikes midnight
When the pine tree enlightens
The magic wand is swayed;
Asking for a non-melacholic,
Addressing a sadist to be gay

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I will ride the roller coaster to imbibe thoughts,
memories,
us
& You.

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beguiled me to broken trajectory
Neither would I weep
nor fall
I would not love that person
who has it all;
the smooth lustre
conned loyalty
pleasant lies
to delightful deception

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that could be poisonous when stung
by venom
The sweet potion has effects of
Ambiguity
When encircled with elixir

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Wolf's howl.
Hid behind the clouds,
Failed the solitude.
While the lover promised its beauty,
the loner spoke of its imperfections.

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Repetitive effects follow
Bathing deep into hollowness
the dark phase previals;
Uplifts;
Like you might be losing your pace
Yet an imaginary pulls your back.
When loneliness comes,
Antiquity knocks the door.
The subdued resurfaced image pricks
Healing self enwraps in anxiety

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I will miss you still
Away from the unfulfilled,
Emotions remain perplexed
I would draw the line of attention
Maintaining safe distance;
You will still be my armour
Yet I will be your everlasting shield!

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solitude.
Here, you will be devoid of expectations, hurtful choices or guilty aches.
It is a world of unheard whispers, whimsical realization, broken to some and healer to a few.
It leaves you right when you least expected to follow,
imaginations playing a vitol role while the
wrecked heart ardens with the inanimate

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Serendipity lost consciousness
Even when euphoria remains,
the taker snatches in a jostle.
We use terms like broken and hurt, but above all, it is the voidness felt every peak moment.

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Forgiven self,
Riding memories,
Killing innocence
And fathomable scars

While I still look back,
Guilty and unsure
Present me is scared to open new doors

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