so why didnt I stay?
inside them
wrapped with their infusion of trust
pronounced by their defence against lust
those were sweet days
never broken
never outsoken
never failing
never staled
always fresh
always sweet like
fresh pastry,cake and biscuits
but in the right size and time
always sweet like cardamon tea
in the perfect consistency
I
miss those sweet days
that i cannot define
but want to make the spine of my days now
I missthose sweet days....
every part of my life now
ther is a separation from good and bad
strength and weak
ugly and beauiful....
beautful....
how do i make a beautiful day>?
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