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It’s the world I know
And the world I love
So I’m not giving up
I’m giving a shove

Into the universe I send my ❤️!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
I'm ashamed of my affliction
   through no fault of my own.
   My life's been lived in parts
   watching from the dark alone.

   Afflicted. Conflicted. Addicted.
   Betrayal. Portrayal. Burial.
 Mar 2021 Banele Msimango
Àŧùl
I need another break from my life,
But this time return I want not to.
I want to play the leisurely fife,
But are dead people even happy?
I hear that they experienced a strife,
Their hearts stopped beating,
And their breathing ceased too.
My HP Poem #1914
©Atul Kaushal
After The Rain

    He’s got you wrapped around his finger
You’d follow him to the edge of the Earth
You’ve paid your price for love
But you’ve yet to know its worth

And all that you’d do for him
I would do for you
But his love for you is a falseness
And  my love is true

One day you’ll  see all of the things
That love has you blind
When you wake up one day and
Realize you’ve been left behind

He’s got his world and you are
There just to play a part
And one day you’ll be all alone
With nothing but your broken heart

The clouds will roll in and tears will fall
You’ll be overwhelmed with sorrow and pain
And when the storm subsides, I’ll be
Here waiting for you,  after the rain

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 03/13/2021
All rights reserved

A day washed out from the memory
No a day washed out as if never existed
No not from the memory
It never was meant to be
So it was never a memory
To change the wrong from the right
To know the right from the wrong
To make the right moment
To remember
Yes a memory
Makes no sense
Or does it
In the first place
Or at last
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