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My only qualms
Should be not getting to lay eyes on you sooner
But in a perfect world, that would be the only qualm
Why can't life let that be like that?
It's always rewriting the script.
Somebody put the brakes on.
iamtheavatar Jun 2015
Gazing* into the void—

with his pen going
to and fro onto a blank page:
just like two lovers
kissing each other,
repressing a momentary qualm,
exhuming the extravagant proof
of their existence

—is the writer,

lashing out
every synapse of his brain

for nothing.

**iamthe_avatar ©2015

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