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A ceiling is but a mere canvass to me,
I could trace all the details
in the shadows I dare to see
and where light leave its trails.
With every curve is to thee,
every stroke defines a mark,
Oh, to you I plea.
To come and give it a spark.
-a.a
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A Depressed Poet
PoetryPoems that can relate to your cries in the corner. I'll be your friend in those sleepless nights. "And now, depression, you creep in when I'm all alone, Found everywhere in the notes of my phone." -a.a
