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As you walk down the road,
You see silicated replicas,
Of smiles-pretending to be others.
Their muted facades,
Melting down the pulchritude of hope
That you stitched against your cashmere heart.
The void ethereal vacancy tracing again,
Creeping across those star crossed faiths
That once reigned amidst those galactical eyes,
Has now been perished,
Moulding to dust-and then-
Just a handful of monotonous fading memories
Etched upon those inky memory lanes.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
