Your voice
I hear
Your scent
I smell
Your face
I see
But in my vision
I choose
To blur you
And reject
Those memories.
Totally.
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
