Among all the happy faces in the room
gathered to celebrate their anniversary.
Two shattered soul and two long forgotten rings
mouthed a prolonged cry.
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Dead Ends
PoésieSometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
