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Two million years and a few hours
I have known you my love
You burnt me while I watched you
and you burnt all those pages
that carried our misery.
I chased you back while you hid away
and watched me search for my end.
You taught me how to run.
You taught me how to burn.
But you forgot to teach me how to die
and here I am with colourless depth of my eyes.
I am obsessed and I am dying
but I am not dead.
I am beautiful and I am smiling
but I am not happy.
Yes it has been
two millions years and a few hours
in pages of our burnt story
wanting to be written again,
wanting to be risen again
from depths of my sketch
that you own now.
Yes, I gifted you a picture of a picture, framed.
The answers lied behind sealed
for your eyes only
Did you care to look?
Did you care to burn how I have?
Yes it has been
two millions years and a few hours
and I am stilling burning.

11-Nov-2006