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Apr 2023
isn't it strange
we exist all at once?
we diverge, we dissolve, we domino

we combust, we consume, we concur
to the point of gross misdemeanors

coming to
we ask
(be it ourselves or total strangers)
the only question
that matters
all for naught? what of it?
we keep falling into old patterns

we patch up, torn inside
on the mend, yet we hide
our true nature
as if there were no future

and we cry, and we sing,
and we laugh, and we dance...

shake it off, be yourself
let it go, bad romance

...

we exist
all at once
for a reason
no doubt

once you find it
gimme a shout
24 Apr 23
Timmy Shanti
Written by
Timmy Shanti  39/M/Sol III
(39/M/Sol III)   
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     Sarita Aditya Verma
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