Stories That Matters

Every Thought Matters

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It wasn’t that the love had faded,

Neither had the feelings wishfully subsided but it was time.




If not by will then by chills of the unknown gods & screeching stars begging him to look forward & beyond,

He would have to … Have to.

 

One wretched morning as the birds chirped again & the howling moon went astray,

He decided to write her away.



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