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It’s Not Working Out

It’s not working out.

The dreams.

The hopes.

The wishes.

The poems.

The photographs.

The sunsets.

The clouds.

The books.

The songs.

The metaphors.

None of them are working.

So, tell me what do I do.

As I’m at the end of my wits.

And patience I carry.

For the sake of love.

Or just few moments magical.

Too hopeless. Too romantic.

 
 
 

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