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Et tu blanko, while i see nothing but a plain sheet.

why then a silent stream full of the spectrum,

in which of thee room i tried to sleep in.

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 39

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Parleyed inks.

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“Since when did u tried composition on me?”

said the white paper to ticonderoga.

“I tried so hard to tell him, at least he knows your value.”

ticonderoga replied.

“I am cheaper, expendable and please do remember his love before and after.”

Both white paper and the pencil glared too hard at that filler paper, and both in unison shouted.

“You will die, if you dont shut up.”

🤔😐😑🤔😑🤔😐😎

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 48

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Once a white now gone black, in the middle gray shades of whickkity whacks.

🤔😎😀😁😂😂😁😁😀😀🤔😐

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 49

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Please,

can you dare to bare;

my thunder,

will you,

accommodate me to know;

i will be under,

Meridians equinox’s counter.

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 59

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The dream is this,

when i am awake that is,

and where i am sedated by my eyes,

then and there i am awake by my tenses.

😁😂😃😥😁😂😃😥🤐😮😄🤐😮😄😃😥😮😃

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 71

So regrets are. . .

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nothing but blaming one’s self,

nothing but the art of not letting go,

nothing but seeds from the past.

That care not,

does not,

and will not let you go.

Until all Fears,

Tears, Doubt

Blames and Shames

that does love you the most.

Do you want to,

Do you need to,

Do you feed her,

Would you love as the same as before?

😍😘😗😙😚😍😘😗😗😚😣😣😣😣😶🤔😐🤔🤔

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 118. b2.27/ Dhudles

Once a path. . .

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was shared, treaded and traveled

time was, space is, thoughts were. . .

never been as much as the same.

Yet when i wanted to think

of regret it has to be the one

who could have been the first one,

I laid my underware on.

😑😁😊😑😁😊😑😁😊😆😆😆😆

© oliver a. melendez.

© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude

@Vb 119. b2.28/ Dhudles