...ll rewrite existence, dismantle reality brick by brick,
Until time forgets how to flow and gravity loses its resolve,
Until the cosmos itself wrinkles like an old, defeated parchment.
You do not belong to me, I know this, but tell me, my love, how does one "unlive" a soul
That has already been welded into my veins, that flows through me like a river?
In this stream of consciousness where love and longing intertwine like a spell,
I remain a prisoner o......
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