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The ball of black fur as my silent companion

Replenishing me with warmth where the youth has stripped me of

Growth is not merely a gradual increase in number on an identity card fulfilled by candle blowing occasions 

It’s consciously choosing the fullstop over pages of the aches

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Words have become plain

The once enigmatic grace had too, been conquered by footsteps of reality 
No spoils to glean from nor beauty in the ruins
My song, where have you dissipated to? 


Sit me down and paint me a night sky 

Show your magnificence, splash the glitters
Bloom again 

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I have nothing, therefore I have everything