the grains of the sidewalk sharply press into our bodies as bright lights poke and stab into our minds.

the feeling begins to collapse upon us as the dark lingering sounds of decay loom around the atmosphere in a circular fashion.

being misguided by the unstable offering of repetition, none of us can look at each other directly. the fabrics of matter start to blend into our skin creating the effect of a perfectly manufactured human.

i do not care about the people around me right now.

the sound collapses again.

i look into her eyes and see myself. nothing could be so fake.

walking into the lights i feel like an entitled child searching for attention. and i love every moment of it.

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it is
a skittish
little beast
though
nothing
harms it
/\/\/\        in the least         /\/\/\
●•○        a living thing       ○●•
○●•°       of red and black     ●○•°
○●°••●○●°if you touch it●○°•●○●○•
○●••●•○°○●it attacks!●○°••●○●•
this lizard snaps
this creature bites
it will engage and
hang on tight! So
be careful where
you step • because
of poison it's adept
as you're walking
●•°○up a trail • carry••○●
••●○••○sticks and do●○°•●○
●°°•●○°○•●not fail!○●•°●○•●○
●°○•      Gila Monsters     ●•○°
\/\/\/      you may goad      \/\/\/
so watch it
○•° son○●°
●°• they●°○
○●own●○
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Nuptial state!
Is it a bond?
Is it a grief?
I can see the fire at the end,
Disappearing and untouchable stars.

What is alike?
Obliging your hubbies
Cranky babies
Are they our burden?
I screamed,
Suppressing my emotions and reactions.

What is marriage?
A little adjustment, said one.
I feel it is a full of amendments.
Accommodate yourself for others.
Is this life?
Risking our future for a stranger.

How it call as divine?
Wearing a dress of his preference,
Is this call freedom?
How to live hiding my wishes?
A heartbeat is lost a dream forgotten.

Think,
If you have a child,
Will you happy ever after divorce?
It is a real lock
Locked within a ring
Are you afarid of it?
Is it an everlasting inexpliacability

No it is not,
Think slackenly,
And prefer good...

harebells and tulips
verge the blackberry brambles
two lop ears within

A gentle zephyr
But,
No grass stirs,
No green,
No sun,
but yet I'm warm.
No movement but
the beat of my heart.
Yet I'm alone in
The bed of roses,
And field of peonies.
No clouds to break the
Illusions of peace.
Its all just a
Hallucination of tranquillity
Or phenomenons of the heart.

Oh! Kiss me in the morning
as I hunger just for you
Whisper all those things
that let me know
your heart is true