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arian Feb 2020
may you find golden bars
in my silence.
arian Oct 2019
if i were a thing, i'd probably be a puzzle.
the one wrapped in plastic,
and smells like a fresh one.
a puzzle that's always challenging,
the one that attracts people's interest
but not everyone could solve.
or maybe i don't want to be solved,
maybe i just want to be heard.
arian Jul 2019
my hands aches to write,
but my heart says, "just cry it all out."
arian Jun 2019
i was an ocean of emotions;
deep, wild, and uncontainable.
i used to think that i was cursed
to live in a small vessel
with such humongous core.
and i was.
arian Jun 2019
who am i to wish for the moon
when i'm just a part of the crowd?
and you say aim high?
  Jun 2019 arian
those perfect eyelids fluttered shut
lips inching towards the flame
i never wanted to be fire before
but now i wish i was ablaze

i watched you make your silent wish
and saw it melt away
the embers swirled with energy
your eyes made them ashamed

and as the black smoke settled
i knew your wish would come true
but surely, dear, you’d wished for him

too bad
i’d wished for you
arian May 2019
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where'd they go?
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