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The game (poem) 

DX I didn’t sign up for this feel trip.

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#poem #life #insight

I was wrong everytime to think about you.

I was wrong to tell the gleeful tales,

to burden you by the laughter we shared,

,to tell “it’s wrong, it’s not the way”.

And I was wrong in every sense.




The flight we took never escaped.

Remained unfueled for ages.

The moment we shared wasn’t true

It was all viciously fake.

Among our humdrum affairs that cooed in the echo of nowhere,

The heartbreak never was felt similar to mine.

Things seemed perfect but wasn’t fine.




Time rolled fiercely ahead.

I stand down the closet.

To watch my imperialistic passion trampled by the tread of time,

The love isn’t mine, love isn’t my game.

This game is over, and made me a calumny of spurred moments.

The intuition tirades me to break the cacoon

The cacophony of lifes, silenced by the peck of mine

I embraced the turmoil…

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