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Stint

It wasn’t obligatory to be happy only when you’re fulfilled,

Whenever I chevied and drew closer, I came to believe;

The pretence was not deceitful as it was lived fully,

There was a silent scream between the pauses…

As grief explodes the chest in a million pieces,

And sanity, swiftly, eludes like a road-hog.

It wasn’t necessary to look​ for a stepney,

You await cramp to subside gradually.

The elixir was somewhere in between.

~**~

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