harvesting happiness is an old orchard's mockery.
the life, we seldom live
with an everlasting dream of a future perfect
never cease to be...
thoughts coincide, feelings collinear,
be it you or be it me...
loving loneliness is an old lover's accepted travesty.
the loss, we barely long for
with a jeopardizing assurance of the closed one
always being by the side...
smileys laugh, emoticons die,
the moment it's taken for a ride...
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This is goooooooooooooooooooooddd!
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