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  • Writer's pictureKyx

we are meant to be “could have been”

just when i flee from the dark

banishing me back home

you’re nocturnal;

3am is when you roam

just when i enter the east gate

blinded by the orange sunrise

you exit the west door

chasing the crimson skies

just when my footsteps stop,

our past closed with suture

you start to wonder

the permutations of our future

just when you imagine that we

could have been “meant to be”

i have conceded ever since

that we are meant to be “could have been”


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