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Dawn and Twilight

Talking to me is like

an endless barrage

on your door

We always have

meant things that

we did not, before

We love to be consumed

by our passions

and desires of a

particular subject matter

Like foisted love,

postmodern love,

and pornified love,

we go assunder

Let me be the trope

But the deal of life

is greater than my scope

Forever figuring this

out, a love that's illicit

like a metaphysical conceit

Are you taking me

seriously now, or are you

mad and just playing me

thinking it is not legit?

All I can say is I'm close to

nowhere near neither

my nor your subconscious

because I am consciously unfit

When I have kept your words

and thrown them like a gun

under my makeshift bed

unlike how my dad uses a pillow

Dreams might just be symbolic forms

forming like a mist, a serein,

a fog, or a smog, from fires

with dark to dark bluish grey billow