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allergy…and dark glares

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give me more of white

and i’ll show you what is colour of milk

give me more of black

and every night will be coloured

give me more in hands of condradictions

and richness is all, everyone will experience…

….

i don’t claim of knowing

but instincts and contradictions prove to be suffiicient…

that is why…

dreaming is never sufficient…

hopefully you and I understand…what i intend.

correction!

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What to write

Stupidity

And the space in between

Lets say

Space is spelling mistake

And time is correction

 

My life has become

Omission

And spelling mistakes

Correction

 

But

There is always

Little bit conscience

And spelling mistake can wait

What I can utilize

Is the flow

Of experience

 

But I wont do that

I am inbuilt with

Education

And in education

As there is always

Chapter ends

And always

There is you see

Experience…written

Look back

Try hard

think

revise

and do not look back

and ya conscience

like me

not needed

as you’ll realize

the shit I am writing

is plagiarized

correction

defining usual

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Detailing is loving

I mean

Loving is detailing

Falling in love is

Getting an idea

Infatuation is

foreign milieu

Flirting is exploring

And dreaming is

Doodling

Text is possibility

Speculation is explaining

Failing is initial

Philosophy is texting

proposal is attaching

Imagining her unformed

Is generating

kissing and caressing

Is construction

Sex is separating…

For the next love making

 

And I cant fall into detailing

either detailing is absolved in

My texting

 And it needs redetailing

Or

My loving leaps to separating…

escape art…

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yesterday, in a movie

he loved, and he ran on streets

and then he dreamt

loved again

and sacrificed

and the movie became a commercial art form

because now sacrifice, love and dream sells…

or they make life a movie

and search art in it…

but both ways

they escape art, love and

sacrifice…

Creations…

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Those hands on that rough surface

Feeling its colours and tasting it

They had a relation unnamed toldskin

Untold

They talked to each other, stories never

Shared

Like cinema, skins met and rustled

Stories discovered

Of old…

But it’s a prairie I thought, just

Some furniture.

But now those hands don’t rustle

It seems I am scared,

Of loyalty of those furniture.

So many imagined, staring me at each corner

Lowered the eyes and walked around.

It’s painful to see so loyal living, imagined, real

So many furniture…