Oh, An Incurable Humanist, You Are

My name is Kiran, I define nothing. not beauty, not patriotism, not love, not friendship, not youth. In the form of singularity and awkwardness.. I take each thing as it is, without prior rules about what it should be.

Sunday, August 25, 2019

I have loved you for the last time

The chasm between space and time collects the pain of all past love. 
Out of Sight, 
Out of Mind,
Non-Existence,
Exists.
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