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I was a hodophile,
I built my paracosm,
I saw kalopsia in each and every organism.
I was a romantic,
I liked romanticism.
I was lonely
Deprived of love
So I seeked for it,
Every nook and corner that I found.
I hoped it would come,
And drench me with its glory,
But little did I know
Love was a knife,
Which pierces through your heart,
And its awful to be gory.
It will shatter you,
It will break you to the point,
That you'll wish, you could die;
It will ruin you, also make you smile.
Yet I knew ,
I'll be lonely,but I never wanted love.
Because,
You'll be happy, you'll be sad
You'll be everything but ever satisfied.
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Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
