you cry you grumble you sob
You make use of every prop
To overcome the loss
To win the globe
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I'm not the one who easily gets breathless
I'm not the one who tires so soon
Don't scare me of the darkness
'Cause what I dare is to touch the moon
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I loathe the ones
who mourn over left unsaid and undone
while they are still live and vibrant
...
As I leave my desk for home
I catch sight of the moon
full yet half clouded lune
side by side akin we roam.
...
We cut down tree
shrink river, bury sea
blow mines, empty store
fret at every bit, disfigure
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Do not cry, do not stir or whine
while you are inside a cocoon
Just be, keep weaving the twine
Once you emerge with wings soon
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A glimpse we shared and your spurn
was ample for me to learn
your brightest nook, every hideous corners.
Now, even when you act anonymous
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I know I've been acting insane
playing with these lopsided commas,
pieces of a broken heart
even after seeing your full stop
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Never regret chasing a mirage
till you see for yourself
sand or water. It might sound
draining and not too ideal
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