the disparate two

You have a life to live. So please live it. Go. There is no other way and no one can say. You do what’s in your heart. Then, after you have traveled all over this world, come back to me with your bad self, so many mistakes, give me your wet eyes, i will give you mine. Lemme see your fresh ink, take off my glasses and follow your scars with my fingers, may I come back to you, now. The disparate two, me and you. What I remember and more – a whistle – The kettle is calling. Come, let us go to the kitchen where I can see you in the better light.

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