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Approximations

I wish they were the same

By Marie Cadette Pierre-LouisPublished 4 years ago • Updated 4 years ago • 1 min read
Approximations
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Typing in a while

An error

Ctrl Z on my keyboard

I headed back

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Driving in a while

An accident

Ctrl Z in my mind

There’s no heading back

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Nude in a bath

We dive in with joy

It’s pure and sincere

Life is beauty on a naked body

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Nude on an app

We look pleasureful

It is still pure and sincere

But life is just beauty in a nightmare

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Kissing him in my dream

That was always simple

Having a long conversation daydreaming

That was never my concern

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Meeting him in a corner

Same face, same smile

We looked at each other

But I shivered to death

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Cutting hair

Making it smooth

This is more likely hygiene or care

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Cutting hair

Underneath epidermis

Can sound cruel

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Drinking Jesus’ blood

Makes you feel you were saved

Alleluia is for gods, never mind

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Drinking human’s blood

Makes you a vampire

Save me Jesus, so they give me your blood

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One day only ends after 24 hours

One life only ends when the breath is away

Only one second passed

The clock is totally different

Only one second passed

And it can be a new year

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Minds are made of approximations

Similarity makes us fools

But it keeps us steady in our insanity

Our truths are approximations

Our realities are just twisted resemblances

Should it be an end of humanity

I bet that approximations would kill us all

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    Written by Marie Cadette Pierre-Louis