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Updated: May 5, 2022

Clouds like Lego blocks

I used them to build dragons and dinosaurs  like play dough moulding and sculpting to anything I could think of

Today, they brood over me unsettled by the weight of regret  Tomorrow, they will drift away riding the wind Tomorrow, I shall err again

Updated: May 5, 2022

Dismantle my head, darling But take it slow. The little bolts Might perplex you. I suppose, they are meant to.

You could flip through the pages of my past, A manual of sorts - the instructions to disassemble me buried underneath echoes of memories. Try not to smudge the ink, please.

Use that scalpel to slice through my veins, darling. The blade of a pencil sharpener used to be enough! now, it has been replaced by the slightest hint Of hatred in your words.

now, it has been replaced by an afterthought and another one.

And when, neither of us can take it anymore, Your gloved hands shall gently close my eyes. Your gloved hands shall unplug me.

And when, I can't take it anymore, the colours dancing behind my closed eyelids will tire. You will know when I cease to be. And maybe then, maybe then, you will love me.

Updated: May 5, 2022

The Shimmering summer sun Sweat soaked shirts sticking To our suntanned skins Time is ticking. The bumpy bus ride back, Running barefoot on the grass And pavement Alike. Wonderful worlds we built Every waking moment, Wandering whimsicalities, The wilderness. Sweltering heat, The smell of rain in the air, Relief.

Time is ticking, Unaware. Dreamlands, created of sand in our hands, Under our nails, In our hair. Moments washed away. But memories, They stayed. Like shells After the high tide, Buried Under our sun-tanned skins So time is ticking, But I am aware now.

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