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paper covers history.

bent on layers

of time, pretending.
My mind says Give up! Give Up! Give Up!
And I say Shut Up! Shut Up! Shut Up!
It's not
Tick, tick tic..tic
It's
Delay, delay, delay,delay
birth and death are the same point on the circle of life, some circles are bigger than others, some are more colorful, some are jagged some smooth, fill the center with the color of love and gratitude
Why is the other side of the world,
Where I can never exist,
Looks so beautiful and prosperous.
Like a home that I could never visit.
Every morning when I wake up,
I remind myself of some advice,
If something is desirable and appealing
To your eyes,
Then please think twice.
Or thrice.
All beautiful things turned out to be dangerous,
Most tasty foods tend to be unhealthy,
Most addictive habits are awful 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️
this nest of longing
hidden in plain sight
in my eager hands
in my blooming smile
from it i plunge deeper
and deeper till i find
an unknown architecture
for the sky
deus absconditus

time peacefully macerates
my violent heart

i have to oh i have to
rewrite the story of this I
i have to i really have to
crush the nest of longing
for my echo to get lost
in you
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