While Today Comments

When she wasn't there in my life; my hands were just hands; painstakingly staggering in flagrant incoherence to engross themselves with the mundane activities of routine life,
While today; they artistically evolved a civilization of bountiful newness; sketching the unbelievable vividness of this colossal Universe even on barren bits of lackluster mud; as her magically unflinching body nestled on my chest

When she wasn't there in my life; my feet were just feet; vengefully cribbing to clamber even a single step; feeling like a fretfully unbearable mountain of stones and horrendously debilitating thorns,
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