Planetbeat1
Taking a break
- Joined
- Oct 9, 2016
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I don't remember what colours your eyes were.
In hindsight, I wonder if that matters.
Little things like this, physical properties,
Age, height, hair colour, little identifiers
To separate us from so many others...
At the end of the day,
All those things become insignificant.
Silly old feelings are
Born, discarded, ignored, crushed...
Till we recede to the nameless mass again.
Blissfully forgotten and anonymous.
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The writings are so perfectly beautiful and artful picture a pure delight
