being numb is like the ardour of life and love being sucked out of you, watching the colors you were oh so familiar with disintegrating into shades of grey, a silent reminder of all the things that leave you behind.
then why does this extinguishing fire,
feel like a melodious prayer?― anwesha s.
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Poezjahighest rank #01 in poetry | shortlisted for the fiction awards 2018 under best poetry | featured by wp_poetry. ❛ behind a fake facade we hide. ⠀ cherry lips and liquor lies. ❜ -a series of words, drabbles and midnight thoughts that remained uns...