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First She Loved a Tree
I would not blame you. Everyone has own freedom to judge according to one's own intellect. Blamegame is just a waste of time there. Wastage of energy and time. I love you when you really try to understand. It rarely happens, and I do not want to make it a habit of mine. "What is wrong?", You sounded calm and curious. It's a conceptual question which is tangling me with my whole life And leaving me nowhere but feeling angry. I am feeling helpless and hopeless with my bundle of emotions. People loved people. People faught against people. People preached. People caused bloodshed. It is all about people. Good people, bad people. It is all about them. They died.Time replaced them with another set. And the setting continued. And I felt this diffused, clouded smoke of thoughts Is almost bursting my head, bursting my brain. The same brain which loved to think, "First she loved a tree." "What happened?" You asked again. "Nothing." I kissed you gently."Good night." I did not feel like talking. Round Rock, Texas, 11-3-2019
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