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I was just metres away from my destination when a soldier in prison stripes put a gun to my head through him, she spoke ~retrace your steps ..

~How often do you miss and how often do you long~ in a world where everybody guides and nobody helps I wouldn't be surprised to know that y..

You are made of the same substance as that of gravity for in trying to break free from you do I realise that only you can keep me grounded ..

every once in a while the sky above the plains got crowded I'd lie on the land that was unfortunate enough to have never kissed a raindrop ..

after your wordless conversations with the moon you'd wait for your nightly ritual to begin you'd flip through the pages of your diary despera..

getting your heart expectedly broken by an expected someone is not a tragedy the real tragedy is in knowing that a thief didn't steal your hea..

the last time you brushed past me in the cafe you smelled the way a rose smells a day before its death the wrinkles around your lips told me ..

Somedays I don't like the way this world talks valuable lines are left incomplete while empty words steal the exclamations your emotions ..

It had been two years and three days since the last time I wore your jacket as I struggled to pull up the zipper I realised it wasn't a ref..

We're all made of skin and bones, Of soil and maybe some clay. We're made of blood and oxygen, Or that's what people say. It is the basic skeletal..