destiny

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Went on hiding from your searching beams
Only to fall at the doorsteps, your feet tapping
rhythms of harmony in a never heard  lullaby
Awakening from a a janma’s sleep in seconds
Your elastic ease of springing our rolling times
Amazes my popped out eyeballs hung in midair
Floats in a swift merger on your burning third eye
Havent I been used to this vascular pull often?
Our halves in repeated sync of a reforming circle

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