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Stop 'Suddenly'

 

The day MS Appts wall ruptured

I was in school thinking

That What-If is a silly phrase saying ‘please excuse the rest’

That conjunctions are a metaphor for everything I want

 

Those days, I wanted everything

From taller height to bigger gardens

From better basketball courts to more marks

From one telescope to one minute more on smashinggames.com

 

Such was the field that I occupied

Such was the force of my small window

That when the storm came

It hardly moved my pg 286

 

When I rushed out of computer lab

The air was cool, there were winds

Even the word rupture means to break suddenly

But does suddenly mean to ingest or break

 

Does it mean to wipe away a moment

Before it arrives. Every moment

Carries itself on suddenly

But suddenly never lands

 

If things are to stop suddenly

Climate will still continue dropping goodbyes

So stop poeming on stillness

Or counting one two three

All numbers are correct

 

There is no wind free

There is no plant glee

There is no longer suddenly

Suddenly, nothing happens

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