Roshnie Kewal

Day and night
Seemingly, one or the other

Sometimes sweet
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Becoming as cold
As the depths of the abyss
Teetering on the edge
Of the precipice
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I knew him, before I met him. Had dreams of him for as long as I can remember. Conversations, smiles, anger, hurts and moments; frozen in a dream. Constantly moving forward. Not a recurring dream. One that progressed; different places, different  times, different lives even.

It's all jumbled. Moments feeling like de javú. But knowing that I've dreamed of those words before. Knowing exactly when I'll hear from him, like a whisper in the breeze. Feeling his essence, like rain. Hearing his voice like a record.
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