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Primitive Instinct

Migom Pegu

Jan 24, 2018 • 1 min read

"To dream,
is to secretly wish"

You be sixteen -
I'll be boy-ish.

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End of possibilities

What are dreams? A reach from one story lived, And many only wished. Yet they are also signals - Of possibilities in deed. And she dreams of a violent sea, Drowning her memory. In her dreams, She surrenders her will to gravity.

Migom Pegu Jan 30, 2023 • 1 min read

A flirt with eternal melancholy

To love is to flirt with eternal melancholy. For her love is a storm of uncertainty - will she be loved back? The path to his heart is through webs of enchanted mazes, And she knows not words or actions that would her love proclaim. If there's a pedestal for

Migom Pegu Dec 5, 2022 • 1 min read

Another wall of your prison

The mind that seek possibilities like us, Never can be happy. And with wisdom like ours, It’s sin to seek anything easy! The flaw is in the code of this universe, That us intelligent are lonely often. Mortals will never know any better - Their happiness is a wall

Migom Pegu Nov 15, 2022 • 1 min read

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