play the music
comes the melancholy
for such are
the melodramatic moment
of umpteen memories.

the world of veil
the world of vile
for such are
the enigmatic pleasure
of god and guile.

the faithful servant
the hostile belief
for such are
the disregarded reasons
of a world with fair irony.

dry is the ink
blank is the paper
for such are
the traumatic phase
of being an aimless writer.

i might stop
i might continue
for such are
the optimistic persuasion
of a voiceless solitude.

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