Some people are obsessed with order
they see the world in order
not to see the mess
Day 3421, to see.
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Day 3420, behind it.
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Some doors are unattractive
but still lure you in
and not because what’s behind it
Day 3419, to our.
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Why don’t we hide the lock to our inside
is it to tempt
Day 3418, I can’t.
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I am conscious of my consciousness
I can see with one eye my nose
but with both
I can’t
I am aware
how I understand
consciousness
Day 3417, of my.
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One part of my reflections I recognize
the other part only in my dreams
Day 3416, so many.
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I heard so many stories
that I forgot mine
Day 3415, wall.
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My memory is like an empty street
but it's a lovely street
Day 3410, unclear.
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Little reference
when I reached for your closed door
it was not pronounced
Day 3409, I believe.
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Do you know that we all read a book
where you know and believe the coming pages
beforehand
all the time
through all the changing endings
Day 3408, straight line.
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I saw my straight line dissolve
when the reflection left your eyes
bending slowly into the darkness behind
I took my eyes off
not out of shame
but so I could reach you
when you kept staring
in me
Day 2407, a 1000 day’s ago.
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From day
today I swing
back and forth
myself and movement
hand in hand
the wind in our hair distracts
so pleasant
but still
we don’t know
from what
Day 3404, not words.
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I wrote long ago
didn't catch letters falling
broke letters not words
Day 3402, venting.
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I do feel the heat
but get my key to open
it's the not knowing
Day 3401, the end.
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I tried to lift you
up as a whole but you fight
a drag the end
Day 3399, note.
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Modern horizons
al movement without moving
a note to standing
Day 3397, majesticly.
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Majesticly tall
holding only the stale air
a constant echo
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