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Nothing like painting some good old pots.

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Hiraeth

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Be like bags✨

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(source: qvotext on instagram)

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I fear that the brawny shoulders that held and guarded me, soldily foot me, is going to weaken and waste.

I fear that the smile that keeps me going everyday through everything sick and doubting will fade away quietely.

I fear that one day I will stop getting those lively pleasantries.

Those long hellos and goodmornings and goodnights.

I refuse to picture them languid and gray.

I fear that I might not have the will to adore an individual more than I do you.

I fear the sanctuary that I felt as a naive child around you is not going to last.

I fear that I will never be able to match you,for all the pure love, belief and well-wishes.

I wish I could be the little girl forever.

Wide-eyed at your tales, proud of your might, charmed by your unique ways.

I fear to pace into these flurries, but mind refutes quiet.

I do calm, only a dab though.

But then an effortful easing session assures the present.

A present so facile.So flowing,there I see your phenomenal kindness as my constant abiding.

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Partially Done.(Love Poems:2)

An ongoing process,

Ripping..tearing...riving.

Musings have not ceased.

Torn pieces still lie around.

But I'll make sure,

It's sweeped to a dark corner.

I refuse to dust and lift old things.

I am tired out of body.

Yes, engrammed conviction refuse to leave.

But know this.

I am ok, I am alright.

Falling out from love was difficult.

But falling apart from you was easy.

How easily you became the thing I despise the most.

And so I think I am done

Atleast partially... awaiting the rest.

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A heart-ache so fresh. (Love Poems :1)

Everything seems like a distant memory.

Your being there seems like a vague perception.

Just the throbbing soul and the splintered heart.

How I remember you .

I doubt my wistful longings inasmuch as the desire and passion.

A hefty portion.

That the body can't take.

Need to end this ripping rage. Stay not better , or might burn you to pieces.

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Long walks and nature.

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"the love that remains"

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Goodbyes.

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All about the angle.

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The man with the hens.

 Sitting under a palm tree that is too short for it’s reputation. A crooked wooden bench and a shed made from old flex boards. He lives with his precious beings.. the badgering hens. The old man looks around intuitively and is deeply amused by his little beings. While the hens walk around scavenging the filth from a nearby garbage dump.

PS: Feel free to give it an ending. Take it further. Discover the story.

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