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Sat there, while it was pouring
Was drenched, but he was grinning
For he was able to provide shelter to the abandoned "pets"
While he himself was homeless.
.....
My fingers crawl to
the loneliest place when I
want and miss you most.

-m.b
We are all accessories
In your story.

None of us exist
Except as we augment you.

That is why
We will all be outdated and discarded
When next year's model
Of you
Features a new charging port.
 Jul 2019 Megitta Ignacia
Ann
d                     n
     r            w        i               g      in your
            o                       n               love. except
                                                      i can't see you.

                                                      cause you're never
                                                                              there.

                                                                                 h                     me.
                                                                                       e         p
                                                                                             l
a past relationship of mine which drained me towards the ending. should've seen the red flags but guess I was just too "in love" to notice.
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Sanctuary
Deeper
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
 Jun 2019 Megitta Ignacia
Ann
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"Keep your eyes closed, love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do."

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 Jun 2019 Megitta Ignacia
Eloisa
She felt the magic of spring as she sees the blossoms smile with glee
And as the lovely sights yielded her with supreme delight
poetry lines seep from the deepest part of her heart
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