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I oathed that I will not think of you. Like, every oath, After a while … One gentle breeze ruffled through me. It pauses and paints itself with your face. How can I ignore your lovely eyes, whatever may have become now. I leave everything and grab it, the wind. Then gently … the breeze starts a rollercoaster From All the way up above the sky. Everything, all over again. I hope what they talk about time is true. That, with time I will no longer remember that feeling when you held me safe in your malnourished arms And made me dream of your home in Thiruvananthapuram, That someday I’d felt invincible holding your nimble hands. That unforeseen, yet delicious kiss that once you took from me,  just after your puked. And, how I remember that as the best kiss of my life. I wonder, If you ever felt the way I did. The rollercoaster landed with a thud. And I grabbed the good ol’e breeze that reminds me that, I am delusional just as I was after I met you and before I met you. And Gone are the days that you're welcome back. Au revoir!
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
A rollercoaster named Moving On
I oathed that I will not think of you. Like, every oath, After a while … One gentle breeze ruffled through me. It pauses and paints itself with your face. How can I ignore your lovely eyes, whatever may have become now. I leave everything and grab it, the wind. Then gently … the breeze starts a rollercoaster From All the way up above the sky. Everything, all over again. I hope what they talk about time is true. That, with time I will no longer remember that feeling when you held me safe in your malnourished arms And made me dream of your home in Thiruvananthapuram, That someday I’d felt invincible holding your nimble hands. That unforeseen, yet delicious kiss that once you took from me,  just after your puked. And, how I remember that as the best kiss of my life. I wonder, If you ever felt the way I did. The rollercoaster landed with a thud. And I grabbed the good ol’e breeze that reminds me that, I am delusional just as I was after I met you and before I met you. And Gone are the days that you're welcome back. Au revoir!
Memories of #AA. The cogwheel of moving on.
ceida-uilyc
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Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
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