Beneath the shade of the quivering quill
Lays the engraved cracks, having meaning
For getting you back meant only forgetting
For giving you back meant only forgiving
Were the lines between us, the subtractions?
Or just a knot between words in a conjunction?
Half infinites like nothingness unless combined
It's the connecting lines, not the difference sign
What once was a burnt out stick is now a cigarette lit
The fire once burning, is now ashes to it's addict
Parallelism are the lines that never meet
Until it's the difference holding us in between
Fortieth day was when it came into being
Sixties in minutes, felt like years in twenties
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Ποίηση1. Amby's Award 2023 Top Pick 2. Featured on @WattpadPoetry in the Love Tides Reading list. 3. Featured on @StoriesUndiscovered in the Epic Poetry Corner Reading List It portrays the collaged feelings of temporariness and it's permanence. Mismatch...
