The Dawn of the Parlance: THAT STRANGE LOOK: Off to a midnight saunter Into woods not so green I saw someone gazing strong Afraid to find out and lean. I stood there still and...
Goodnight-s are bad And shall AlWAYS be, But wishing you a wish, Is a wish. And, Shall AlWAYS be! I thought about it and I'm still caught in it. Of how each goodnight whispered to me an echo that my heart acknowledged as a goodbye. Of all the goodbye's ever heard, none could be at par like that midnight goodnight as it flashed my screen. I sensed an ending that wasn't an end. A loss that happened twice. Of wishes that never came with a guarantee. What if, it was already the last of your share whilst you thought of the last one to be even more piercing. You swallow that pain of the imposed last and thank your stars for not making you wait. For what was never yours for the world but indeed your little world which collapsed right then with that goodnight. A night which apparently was never good, those moments that still ache and long for the night to be good again. And that whisper to be echoed yet again. That pain you're still ready to feel again,, to see that 'goo...
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