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Of The Tight Rope Walker

10 Apr 2022
Like a tight rope walker, I walk on the Edge of Right, with the certainty of one who knows the value of a single wrong step.
my verse

Of Curiosity

8 Mar 20228 Mar 2022
Do you really miss someoneOr you are just curious about them?
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Of Asynchronous

1 Mar 2022
"I have something to tell you."'I have something to tell you too'"You go first"'I am getting married'...'What did you want to tell me?'"It is not important… congratulations!"
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Of Bits and Bytes

20 Feb 2022
I bit into a fruit and the was an ant on it,eating the same fruit I was eating,it bit my tongueas I bit its head off…….life has a certain poetry…
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Of Outside In

19 Feb 2022
...I was outsideI looked insideand I saw myself…
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Of She Loves Me Nots

18 Feb 202218 Feb 2022
Somewhere in the parallel metaverse..... "She loves me," a giant flower says, tearing off an arm.*there are screams*"She loves me not" the flower says reaching out to tear off another…
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Of Font Thoughts

17 Feb 2022
I was Comic Sans and she was Helvetica.We weren’t the same type,But we were fond of each other.
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Of Programmed Love

16 Feb 2022
How can you be sure the person you are in love with, isn't just a well-designed time-travelling robot sent by yourself from the future?Cause that's the type of robot I…
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Of The Unseen Rose

15 Feb 202215 Feb 2022
Hidden in the shadows,a beauty no one knows,yet still it grows,The Unseen Rose. One day the unseen rose will bloom,the petals will unfold,revealing secrets untold,beauty to behold.
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Of Looking At

12 Feb 2022
Shifting,from looking,at myselfto looking,at the world,and the world,looking;atME…..
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Of Sunsets

11 Feb 2022
There are those who leave,And there are those who get left behind.I don't know which one you are,But if you ask me to,I will stay.We will watch the day,turn into…
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Of Roots In The Soil

10 Feb 2022
They say I am a child of the soil,from the soil I was birthed,I toil till my death,digging my grave on this earth,I feel soiled with this dirtno matter how…

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