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Day 193: Scripted Realities

Time to start,

words thrown like daggers,

million cuts slowly bleeding. 

The blood drops on echoing conversations,

repeated expectations and stalled sentences 

a dance of conversations and intentions. 

Scripted words seeking different answers,

Improved realities instead of 

Words from a page. 

But still we go on,

Reading the words written 

In the spaces in the air

Playing the parts assigned 

Villain and victim 

On the stage of our relationship. 

A never ending play. 

(C) Manivillie Kanagasabapathy 

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Attempting to discover more about myself and the world

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