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When the peels of love
were discarded,
nothing came about
from the composting,
not enriched at all.
The core was rotten.
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It wasn't about more space.
One didn't need
to take in more oxygen,
one just needed
to breathe out...
A sigh !
Of relief.
It wasn't a..
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In comparison.I was no darkerthan I was.....in shadows, hiding;than I wasfollowing you,in your footsteps.
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a meddle of distorted thoughts having no boundaries
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Refurbished.
Rusty thoughts,
,scrap memories,
in need of recycling.
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Fire in the hole.
Burnt offerings,
A truce,
charred minds.
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High velocity.
Sarcasm eyes,
a calibre mind,
shotgun words.
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From the eyes of the heart.Tremors starta heart wavering,lost a beat.
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You were all wholemeal, no heart!In all my milligramsknowing....you were a right ole onein kilograms.Sugar never melted in your mouth,you were just to..
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Aye! Did you see that!Aye! Can you believe that!I don't believe my seeing eyes!It's got six legs and it's.......running around the paddock.Aye! It's o..
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