Out of love - 110!

But reflections are a part of you,
Not all of you.
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And then each bit,
Every part of it,
Was picked up,
Put together,
Stitched all over again,
Rebuilt, recreated,
Renewed, relived.

Catharsis?
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The choice was clear,
It was always you,
This time and that
And a hundred million times over
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You don’t have to
Sprinkle that smelly kerosene,
And light a match stick
to burn my heart,
and set my love on fire
you just have to ignore
To convert it all into ash.
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No bit of you should ever be forgotten,
I must immortalise your being before I perish.
I must.
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For the likes of us,
Rain will always be that one thing
Which opens up all ignored
Pores of our being
Making us want more of our own.
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Have you ever imagined how would it be
If the sea and the rain meet each other
In those moments of intimacy that’d reek of honesty,
Have you felt the urge to see your own love story
In a way like that, seemingly unreal
Being the only reality you’d ever want to see
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It felt as if one was first asked
and then told
to lodge a blunt knife in their chest,
pull out the heart
cut it open
watch it bleed profusely
do nothing about it
and also be okay with it
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When you look at sky of your unfelt dreams
Do you remember how to be?
When you live through an excruciating scream
Are you reminded of the unholy scenes?
When you bleed from places unseen
Do you aid it with the power of being?
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In absence of death,

they found some damaged breath

with these un-rhythmic breaths they were declared alive.
You see the likes of us so used to rejection,

exist because much like others death too rejects us.