Smudges

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I write to drops of inky memories

And our tales which became complex and lengthy opinions

Grinded into specs and molecules

To the nights I watched the raindrops slithering down

Comsuming each other

As the violent gush of misty air danced and painted 

Goosebumps on my flesh

I write to the hour within that cold blooded night

Where shadows convinced me of your return

But my heart was never intelligent and repelled 

Against my mind 

Luring me into dangerous misbeleif 

Falling yet again in misconception,

And still

You did not come 


(M.M)

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