Always

Always here
One way or another
Silent assassin
Hiding around every corner
Not willing to show ur face
Sprinkler of mischief
Like a leprechaun at a wedding
With rice grains
Yet ur hands hold no more than
Shadows of a former
Day,
Time,
Vibe,
It was, now be
Gone
Blown,
Through,
Condensed into archived files,
Used out,
End!
Yet always brought back
For no reason
Except you were
Enough already.

To understand is to go beyond love

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