iv. // fleeting

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Post four: 19th of May, 2013. 06:00 PM

The faint sound of

clicking pens

that we love to emit,

but despise it when others do it.

Relief is far away,

distant,

foreshadowed by the stars.

Future is impending.

Rain trickling on your door,

brings along life's challenges.

The biggest one

being life itself.

Love and hate,

an aura of feelings.

Broken down when,

you finally thought you were healing.

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