Two hands together tied
one left the other cried
too hard it tried
to forget and survive
without the other
but in the end
It died.
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Silence and Sins
PoetryNone of us are the same. Every mind different, Every body different, Every soul different. but funny isn't it, that yet here we are, Agreeing. Feeling. Knowing. Understanding. Just what those lines mean, written by a single person. because we've...
