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Stranger Danger

I met someone I knew They claim to be They are in front of me The faces that smile Mind was very senile

I met someone within me They can express everything In a moment transpired in emissary Confusion is just one thing Yet it comprises everything I've been

The blank state of mind Looking back in wrinkle of time A time of juvenility Blinds of which cog and haze The strangeness in what I see

Looking back to a moment I still do not know Something they insist In such hazy bliss That reminds me before

The natural selection of the living Reasons of what's happening The presence , out of the blue That purges something of you The memory that I used to have

We've met from your memory But the universe conspires Choosing that is empty Meant to have the moments inside Yet it purges something in my mind

It's fine to have it Instead of swallowing myself to read

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Inconsistencies

Once it was captivated by a countdown A nuisance revealing naivety Revolving recollection of image we own Uncertainty of captivation

Entanglement between the unknown Revolution of our images Around with the faces Papers they record for themselves

And once again it was a gathering A recollection from a recollection An imprint that belongs to an imprint With the unique signature that will never stray

From the recollection’s higher position Like a safekeeping of a banknote An imprint  with an ink of a quote It undergoes nullification

Movement through the displacement From a major to minor Vice versa, traveling in a manor Panting and gasping on a null attempt

It has been immeasurable The time it takes to be futile The disillusive value wearing away For a facade to be a theater play

It’s been silent and repetitive And one moment of help A solution for a thorough Look for something that’s been burrowed

At last for a very long moment Those letters that make me reflect Are seen through the collection And it becomes a recollection

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Dragging Out Everything Towards the Reality

A formal goodbye to a paper Submission to a publisher Everything was unintentional A lesson of solidarizing trials

The pen dictates it all A recall Unimaginative piece of shredded pages Onto it, is a written form of image

A cheat code that creates the inevitable Untreasured memories to reminisce With contacts of both our light collides A pen you used to turn out blind

From that countdown henceforth Possible chance to read and understand Then the words come in to read my mind Following a moment to turn it off behind

It was a dream after all A moment passes by, soon it was goodbye To turn out the inevitable into a smile To create slumber, to a minor alive

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It’s not the Mirror, but the Thousand Words

The moment, we open the door in front of us Reflection glares Our eyes would stare Cutting through the image, so furious

But then, those illusion resides And haunts me behind Having with those thousand words I can’t make up my mind

The books shouldn’t be open so easily Even if it carries with your tragedy If you’re ain’t ready for a moment to have it through The words will eventually fall towards you

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Testing

A test of your mind to identify and reminisce the plight