and when the moments bruise at the pretty insights, (that is thoughtfully a dream)..i scream of something else's something..and then, a story begins.
between them is another story to make to disbelieve of the many stories I percieve,and among them you die..like joking to yourself about life..and then you are awake..to realize its a cold morning,and nothing really warms.
and when in a haste i tremble at those jitters..
..i live well.
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deep, purple, cold.
Live well.
unmistakably darkly deeply yours...just like phoenix said up there.
i wish most of us were as optimistic as u, in thinking that we too live well.
P.S: im back for now, my recent post-
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I agree with Poison Coated here!
nice post
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