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Ms.TookπŸŒΈπŸπŸŒ»πŸ‚β„

@ms_took

Monochromatic Existence. A solid smoke. LOVE is Permanently Temporary.
Concubine to Atlas.

Considering changing name into SUNFLOWER SNOWFLAKEπŸŒ»β„

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Ms.TookπŸŒΈπŸπŸŒ»πŸ‚β„(@ms_took) 's Twitter Profile Photo

When everything
failed -
I took comfort
with the irenic
fleeting silence;

I folded my tattered
wings, and .

And sleep with the
tree roots -
Untouched by
the confusions
above me.

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I am outside, looking up at night skies as grey clouds the sweet tune of the wind.

As the moment transcends into epochal thoughts;

I realized I've stayed on the expanse of earth when dreaming, never quite reaching the edge of a firmament.

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Ms.TookπŸŒΈπŸπŸŒ»πŸ‚β„(@ms_took) 's Twitter Profile Photo

A word
A story
A deceit

Nightly waves
of dark desires
And,
strings of raindrops
carved upon
my salted dreams

A tear
A promise
A remembrance

Now,I look at you -
Your memory
forever in Autumn,
pensile in murmurs...

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Ms.TookπŸŒΈπŸπŸŒ»πŸ‚β„(@ms_took) 's Twitter Profile Photo

If I were a Poem
Even for a time
I will be a verse-
With uneven rhyme

If I were a Story
Even for a day
A momentary -
All the way

If I were Song
Even for a note
I will be the lyrics-
That everyone quote

If I only I were
Even as such
I am still me
Nothing is much

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It was
Supposed
To be a
Narrative
Of life.
Or a
of short
amnesias -
But it came as
A hiss
A scream
A plea-
For life has
This uncanny
Ability to kill
Your dreams.
And left you gasping
From the scarcity
Of breath-
And you
Almost
Hated death
For being
Delayed.

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Would you call it greed
If I hoard the crumbs
You doled out as affection?

Exiled to the wastelands of your heart
Comfort is scarce
Hope was abandoned
Silence, my only companion

I'm left to starve off the morsels of what was -
Your absence called it Love...

Would you call it greed If I hoard the crumbs You doled out as affection? Exiled to the wastelands of your heart Comfort is scarce Hope was abandoned Silence, my only companion I'm left to starve off the morsels of what was - Your absence called it Love... #vss365 #greed
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Men build castles
with pointed parapets
And fill the halls with
idols and puppets

Hidden under walls
are termites of --
Of deceptions, of
lies and of evils
conceived

Prisoners there are the
voiceless echoes
And memories waltzing
with shadows...

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Brush after brush
stroke after stroke,
you created a
masterpiece on
the canvas -
A divine creation
of your chaotic
mind

Each opposing
Every inimical line
You painted a fragment
of your despair;
And I became the
inscape shadow
behind the bleeding
irises.

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'Whattup wit' you, eh?'
'Nothin'.'
'Why yo'eyes are blurrin' like yo sniff the gutter.'
'Shuddup or be all saints in glory, I'll larrup th' head off ye.'
'Oh, you goin' aggressive wit me? Want me to off th'balls of ye!'
'I'll do the laundry.'

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If you wrote
a poem about
me-
What would it
be?

You always said,
my eyes are like
fragmenting
clouds- stormy
and calm.
At times, like
whispers
flirting with
winds

Yet,
your words write
me into broken
verses - like a
prose written
on sands and
kissed by tides.

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All of my thoughts
of you,
smelled like long
Autumn nights -
When am drunk
with your kisses
smelling of
ellipsis and
juniper berries

The kaleidoscope
of your shadow
dance unrestrained
with mine-
Then,
into the
rewinding hours
of our sins.

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