I love whom I haven’t ever seen or
met,
I erase her from my memory each
time I think of her
And I restore each time after.
Absurdity!
I do it for years and years,
Nothing changes or moves,
Essentiality of each thing is same;
Nothing changes and I love her
today more than anything
In this world.
Whatever I write, everything ends with her memory.
Once I erased her from my writings,
But I stopped with her name and memory.
I wrote again and she came there too,
I’m haunted, cursed of memories,
But I love them.
The beautiful absurdity of life!
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