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Objects
By akay on 04/23/2014
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I guess we have both lost
our touch at manipulation.
We have found the flaw and
a dying warmness surrounds
what we once called love. After all,
love is nothing to inanimate objects.
Objects is all we are becoming and
our love is becoming an object as well.
Its become a cold breeze on our shoulders;
fallen silent like a wise man's dying breath.
We have traced the steps that once
excited our motivation to dream.
Now we are stuck here- Languishing
till the day we let each other go.
Our love is dying in the cold
of this, our hypocritical woe.

? By akay On 4/23/2014 11:16:38 AM
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