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Mar 26, 2014

Twirl

The next moment you realize
 It's ok.
 It's going to be ok.
The shape, 
The series 
Then stop 
There is nothing more
Than fascination 
Of 
That stop thinking
 It keeps you feel breathing
Keeps me for me
 I feel 
The twirl we. 
Our mind. 
And 
don't see myself 
Even at that center
There are so many me
We. 
Explanation is the 
Unstable thing.
 If I could talk about 
Anything Some things are just 
Made as a rule.
 Birth
 Life 
Death
.
 And we play 
Those rules 
Most of times my fan 
Doesn't give me Air 
Which I needed
My Sweat 
My realization of the air. 
We made 
The luxury. 
Sometimes 
I
Dry as it is 
And
Then its disappears even 
From my thoughts.
For words.








  

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