Eyes always seeking,
Another bed to stain.
Mind always wandering,
And reaching the alley
Where you left my hand.
So, easily replaced.
So, easy to forget.
But, if I try to remind you,
You threaten me.
You can trample me to death.
Why did I dig two graves?
Is it that time again,
When the clock strikes at midnight?
You search for the glass slipper,
But I had nothing left in me,
To leave behind.
YOU ARE READING
Mirage.
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