Do you see this city full of empty people?
They are marred by the pro-fused chasm.
Each walk down the isle
with broken limbs and stoned eyes.
Each body hides scars behind.
For what can maul more but an empty heart?
But each time you read the words that lay underneath the ruck,
a heart turned into a stone once again all the pain it endures.
And only in the eyes of benignancy can someone find a cure.
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Azure...A collection of emotions
PoetryWhen you lose someone, you try to remember that last time you saw them. and most of the times it is a blurry memory, because at that time you had no idea it would be the last...
