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From the Blog randomlyabstract What is it like to be alone? I think, it’s this moment. I sit by you on the muddy ground while you sit on the bench by the tree and this park is quiet. I ask you nothing. Though in my heart I beg you to speak. And in my heart of hearts I hope it is about me. I offer you a globe of blues and greens that’s sitting on my palm Waiting for you to spin it – within those creases lives everything I have. You do not pay attention at all. I do not complain. My lips are sealed. But I need to ask you for forgiveness for my discourtesy And I put my forehead on your feet. I find that your body trembles slightly at the touch of my two tears (Something I could have missed had not my entire skin been all ears) I vow to you in the silence of the night: I am never leaving You stand up and walk away pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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