the word ‘shopping’frightens me

and all they say,shopping heals

to me,i get creeps.

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i go,roam years and years.

same place,simplest things.

and,i am too pre-occupied.

i do not pick up things.

i go,roam years and years.

same place,simplest things.

i do not know what i do.

do i talk with the things.

do they talk back with me.

is there a world between two of us,

which we live,at first.

we love in pieces,joints.

we cry,

we throw fit when something comes in between us.

i go,roam years and years.

same place,simplest things.

and,i am too pre-occupied.

i do not pick up things.

 

and,one day.

i kneel on my knee,

propose to that one,very some thing.

 

and,lovingly bring it home with me.

 

i do not call this ‘shopping’.

we love in pieces,joints.

we cry,

we throw fit when something comes in between us.

 

those smallest of small things,

 

people call,shopping

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