somewhere where we still are

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What if life is the underside to death?
You know how with some printed bedsheets the design is lighter on the underside
What if life that is considered so precious is just the light, shadow version of what actually unravels after death?
Atleast that could explain why you would leave so suddenly 
That when presented with the high contrast version of our beautiful life together
It was so irresistibly amazing that leaving was just the most natural thing to do
All that we must fear as an end could just be the continuation of this reality parallelly
That is deludedly comforting to believe that in atleast one universe we are unseparated
I have to believe that somewhere I'm on our King instead of this Single thousands of kilometres away
Browsing our TV and you walk in with both our water bottles in your yellow Mountain tshirt
And we unwind like any other Friday night

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