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Comets and asteroids
keep their presence,
while I'm here,
blue over your absence.
I keep on waiting for my conscience
to call me for something,
but you came, amazing me with your
light and everything.
Just imagine how I'd live
if I didn't make that choice.
Just imagine how you made
me use my rights and voice.
Maybe someone plans
coincidence and destiny;
maybe everyone makes
their own life and story.
June comes by,
makes my life a li'l more scripted,
then it leaves
as experience and flow were greeted.
When I floated in time and space,
dying with the cold laws,
you walked me to the moon
and let me see its flaws,
and believe me or not,
I love its perfect imperfections.
You held my hand, and
like a comet, time hit me with caution.
I took the second to my deepest breath
as I lived in a quickest yet best bliss,
whispered through the wires,
"You're something I don't want to miss."
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YOU ARE READING
Finite Infinitives
Poetry𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
