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if you look hard enough
you'll find me
among the mountains
napping in the streams
falling for the sky
dreaming about the sun
you'll find me
writing sonnets about
how the water
loves the river banks
so much that
each of its drop
kisses each of the other's pebbles
each day
you'll find me
dancing my fingers
over the pale blue lakes
falling
falling
falling
until you may never find me again

disappearing is what i know best. it's something that almost comes as second nature. it's almost like playing hide and seek, except i secretly want to be found. i disappear all the time. and someone or the other always finds me. i'll keep disappearing, till they're too exhausted to look for me. till everyone gets annoyed by my antics. till they realise i'm not worth it after all.

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