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Be My Pair


When mosses grow around my bed,
Creeping under the blankets,
Hiding away from lights,
And lifting my body to a higher plane,
I will ask you to be my pair.
Timeless dreams and faceless figures
Capture my mind
Bringing novelty to my existence,
That's when you have to be my pair.
When absurd drama is about to begin,
I will ask you to be my pair,
To pretend love
To pretend hate.
I see the sweat on your foreheads,
Your eyes sparkle from the sprinkling of sunbeams
Which jumped over my head to hug  you.
Lost in a world of opaqueness,
I will present you the old tattered tshirt,
Which will make you nauseous
Of memories.
That's when I remember the promises that you gave me,
To become my pair.
Once you become my pair,
I can take you to the caves that seem to be haunted,
Where i have hidden the magic wand.
When I say that I can take you to the past,
Unable to believe, you will stay indifferent.
When the door finally opens,
You will scream and hide behind the bushes,
Unable to withstand the sight.
You will accept my help
And will travel to a realm of
Thousand faded memories.
Revisiting, you will believe me
and I will be still waiting outside the open door,
Without entering the cave.

A.C

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