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and I thought to myself.... is there a place for ones story when all you got is a paperback. no front cover or front page. just a paperback and few words that seeps off ones own fingers. is it nothing but reality that our world is tearing into smaller pieces, and we sit on the edge of our own space watching another burn and turn to ash, and another to sway with the wind, as if its a dance to celebrates the ashes and disappearance of the shadows from the pages. our letters say nothing but just remain on this tiny withering page, trying to remember whats burning trying to protect the memory from ever being lost. and theres also us perhaps not piece of torn pages, but names on either ends of the crumbling book. not sure whether we belong in the chaos of it all. I never knew your smile just read it in between the letters of your name, and you found the darkness within mine. it has never been us and it will never be. and in this frontless book I will hold the ashes of the burnt , and I will write hymns, poetry, and more words to keep the memory alive.

February 17th prompt: Paperback from @nosebleedclub

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and I thought to myself.... is there a place for ones story when all you got is a paperback. no front cover or front page. just a paperback and few words that seeps off ones own fingers. is it nothing but reality that our world is tearing into smaller pieces, and we sit on the edge of our own space watching another burn and turn to ash, and another to sway with the wind, as if its a dance to celebrates the ashes and disappearance of the shadows from the pages. our letters say nothing but just remain on this tiny withering page, trying to remember whats burning trying to protect the memory from ever being lost. and theres also us perhaps not piece of torn pages, but names on either ends of the crumbling book. not sure whether we belong in the chaos of it all. I never knew your smile just read it in between the letters of your name, and you found the darkness within mine. it has never been us and it will never be. and in this frontless book I will hold the ashes of the burnt , and I will write hymns, poetry, and more words to keep the memory alive.

February 17th prompt: Paperback from @nosebleedclub

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an orange night is not an ordinary one

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and as the clock approaches

the last minutes of the night,

I put on the noise canceling 

headphones and imprison myself

within a bubble

it becomes hard to breathe 

I use up the air left

but it pops

splattering regret all over

specks of black stain my floor

this life is wasted on me 

it should’ve been yours

Are you on the right path?

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beginning to erode & to fall deeper into such grand novelty.