Little by little, inch by inch
Your corner in my heart reduces everyday
There would be soon no place for you to live here
Your existence would melt away
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They were funny, both of them
both intangible tangerines
waiting, pausing, sometimes
their hands touch
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How was your day today?
Was it as mutilated as mine?
Were were you in journey to
the hell of thoughts moodswings?
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