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UNTITLED

It was in your eyes
those rêves,

It was in your entire face,
those moments,
5 frozen there.
It was in the way you walked,
swaying your hips as
you remained presently absent.
It was in the way you smiled,
10 the way you forced it,
the way your eyes would not
smile back,
the way your nose wrinkled,
the way your lips died
but you held your stance
15 on that false smile.
It was in the way you laughed
at almost all nonsenses,
cried at the jokes
and tensed at a glance.
20 It was there all along
and we just did not
care to notice.
g.o.
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there's some beauty in darkness:
something interesting about
the way the air would heavily light
an irony of perfect juxtaposition. there's some beauty in ugly:
something intriguing about the
huge grotesque scars that
seem to never want to go away. there's some beauty in evil:
un peu de la purité in
the heart of a condemned man,
an innocence buried beneath a blanket of
bottled up emotions. these little beauties we
choose to neglect
aren't they the very things that
make living bearable? who would be good without the existence
of evil?
who would be beautiful without ugliness?
or what story could ever be told without scars? need beauty and ugliness,
need scars and healing oils,
need good and evil,
need all the balance to remain
steady and sane in this
crazy crazy world. need balance:
then imbalance to
balance the human equation
now and again.