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i lift my head to turn right and I see a standing piece prominent.
am I allowed to look? to stare at it nonstop ? to uncover and turn a blind eye to people's mishaps? is it right ?
i laugh at myself once more as I still stare at the standing piece not knowingly. like it's become a habit that I see what I'm not supposed to see and ask what I am not to ask of either or the worst of it turn a blind eye, then reminisce about it over and over again.
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I am a cuboid evenly not the same. My characters are beyond many, I feel like a fraud lately. I am a contrasting piece of peace and upset. A beautiful harmony that scares even myself. I am a glued broken piece. A shattered mirror of fire and air. Soaked in blood and tears. I call my mind to ransom. Ransacked.
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A cry. ... .... ' I should start first with that. Shouldn't I ? Well to all my neighbours, I und love. Will we meet again?...nope, I think so not.' ... Saying my byes to my whilom home, With open arms I welcome a novel umbworld. As I greet the airs of the ward, A kiss from the light rays redden my cheeks. 'Am I this welcomed?' As I was entwined in my thoughts, I became more oblivious of the rather four-shaped space. I still was on the bed So I thought, cos it was rather hard to lay upon. The doctor, a fair-skinned, took the forceps, then put it back. She mistook it for the scissors as she was trying to ascertain if I was alright. Having cut the only thing which attached me to my erstwhile, panic was then written all over her face.
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I stare into your eyes.
Wanting to see you smile.
But what I see is nothing but your nothingness.
I rock you.
To not hear your cries.
But oh lord my heart’s the one's crying.
I feel joyous that my months of carriage
Has come to an end.
I wait for your smiles,
And all the smell of poops.
And to touch those tiny little feet.
But what I hold is a body full of mud.
Stuck with nothing but lifelessness.