He neither existed in her diary nor in her phone,
He lived in the last page of her notebooks, which is long gone.
They neither existed in real world nor in a fictional globe,
They lived in such a place, that is only a hope.
She neither existed in his heart nor in his mind,
She lived in pages that was tore, blown by the wind.
-s.b
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Resonance
PoetryShe is a corpse Living with marks On her flesh And a little more mess.
