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1 " And what part of me will beginTo forget you first; the suddenPains that shoot to my bruised palmsAs I think of you in the cover of the dark,Or the invisible handClutching at my heart, as it knocks against its savage cage,Or my still swollen lipsAs they remember the touch of your gentle fingertips? "
― Sreesha Divakaran , Those Imperfect Strokes
2 " Vanity remains a feeble weaponThe delusional wearer of it considers herself strong "
3 " In that moment, hell may have ascended,Or heaven may have descended only to save me and prove,What I carry is an exaggerated memory of an imagined beautiful love.This love is tainted with treachery; it will be my doom. "
4 " You don't fade from within my mind; it's a flawThat I dwell on each moment, cling to youLike smoke escaping my fingers while the candles burn them raw "
5 " I pour blood on my naiveté, your apathy, and your betrayal tonight. "
6 " No, I don't miss you... Not in a way that one is missed.But I think of you. Sometimes.In the way that one might think of the summer sunshineOn a winter night... "
7 " Your silences remain; they are your biggest mask. "