painting a mirage

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His eyes as pure as the driven snow

and the warm memories and the remembrances

of summery times seems to be vanishing from my memory jar

but my memory jar doesn't seem to be emptying though

instead it gets fuller and fuller with new folds of episodes

and I question myself,

why am I being embraced by contentment when only yesterday

it had seem just as if I had lost a part of myself

then a similar voice from within shouted at me telling me that

I hadn't known what love was because

I had lost myself completely

in search for someone I could give all my loving

before having it first from myself

only then I would've known what losing would really feel like...

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 24, 2020 ⏰

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