Its not the things or words you say but those that you leave hanging like moss that falls off trees during monsoons that the nucleus of the atom lies in.
In every pore that screams silently there is a cell that is slowly crumbling and decaying, laying to waste its futile life.
In that infinitesmal moment when you realise that the receding photosynthesis is not just the fading sunlight but an eclipse, you know the organelle lives in vitro.
In every pore that screams silently there is a cell that is slowly crumbling and decaying, laying to waste its futile life.
In that infinitesmal moment when you realise that the receding photosynthesis is not just the fading sunlight but an eclipse, you know the organelle lives in vitro.
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