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It ain’t

It ain’t a garden
full of roses.

It ain’t an ocean
with humming shores.

It ain’t a waterfall
with raging water.

It ain’t a sky
bleeding crimson.

but it is

a crashing spaceship
manually over-ridden.

a pit of lava,
with miseries of past.

a tornado
engulfing cities.

a subtle rain
entangled with petrichor.

my heart is just a dungeon
with a beautifully dead princess.

stuck in gravity, space
and unwanted timelines

but still breathing the blur,
still living the dream


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