and the whole world is mocking me
or my mind that is
who's wont to people it with you.
evincing how much i yearn for you
ensnaring me with its grasps.
i wish to enshrine those moments,
when 'us' was not evanescent.
when 'us' was not ephemeral.
our little tête-à-tête
unequivocally yours
this utterly ridiculous embodiment of a soul.
unequivocally yours
this utterly ridiculous embodiment of a soul.
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