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Memories

Poesia

For when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...

paper

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by Santchird

by Santchird

I cut

the paper

with color and ink

Filling the blank

with the sadness

within.

So happy it seems.

What is hidden

underneath.