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
I 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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