Do you remember everything?
Or are the memories sunken in the quick sands of time?

It's all we had, as we defied the cruelty of fate.
Somehow, it felt good- walking through the spears, tip-toeing on the spikes.

We told ourselves comforting lies and yearned for truth in it.

Oh, we spent all the fight in us, and exhausted all the strength we saved.

Do you remember anything?

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I know a D O Z E N ways to enchant a mind,

And a H U N D R E D ways to captivate a soul.

But You know only O N E way to make a man breathless.



-Your eyes.
They never fail!

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I conquered myself,
To make a place for you.

I crushed this mind made of stone,
To show you the tenderest of affections.

You shattered this heart made of glass,
To test your might; to bring the fiercest of men down to his knees.

I conquered myself,
And you carted away the ruins of the battle.

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Hey stranger?

I have the words and the liberty,
But I fear it may come forth rather prosaic than endearing.

Not devoid of passion nor sincerity,
But I fear this enchantment may render my cold heart searing.

Hey stranger?
You are the warning I'll fail to heed;
My muse, and perfection indeed!

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...And the match stick bruises itself as it strikes its box; giving itself to flames;
It lits up a wick.
...And the wick surrendered itself to the oil, becoming one with the oil.

Sitting on the fount;
It embraces the chaos and illuminates in peril.

It burns..it's dying.

But you cared little..

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Exposure and growth might redefine what you've 'always wanted'.

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AT THE DOORSTEP.
I'm certain he heard my footfalls...
As I wielded a scythe , ready to hack down it's door.
Alas, the door was worth saving!
So he opened the door and said,
'Do you want to behold that which is true from where you stand?
Or that which is true from where I stand?'
'Do you want it as soothing and subtle as the touch of a snowflake? Or as excruciating as the touch of a burning coal?'
'Hack not my door, for I'll tell you what is true because you want it to be true..'
I leaned in to whisper the secret to fate,
"No, I seek you not for the truth, but to snatch that key! -my destiny is mine to control!
I'll be the master of this sea and sail through the storm."
"Cling not unto that key, for I'll walk away with the key in my hand, or with your hand, and the key buried therein!"

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A butterfly on the outside,
But a coyote on the inside..
-And he whispered, 'I forgive you'

She stalked, she snuff his blood from afar,
It reeks naivety and sheer innocence..
-And he muttered, 'I forgive you.'

For she taught him a game,
A game she's primed to always win..
-And he winced, 'I forgive you..'

She knows not what she's done?
She got him addicted to her..
In emptiness, he longed for the next dosage...
--And he shrieked, 'I forgive youu!'

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EPHEMERAL

I'm the matchstick that was consumed, just for you to shine.
I'm sorry I cannot promise an eternal shine.
Your wax might melt and your wick consumed, just as I was.

Even if it is bound to be ephemeral,
Let's burn together...

...Oh sweet pain and peril!

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Enchanted by a Nightengale..
But all those times, it's been a losing game.
Yet, I clung unto a cross not mine to bear,
And took solace in the bower of hope.
Alas, it's doomed to end with pain- without gain..

Will it pass? Will I survive this howling gale?

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