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Ever gardened the thoughts
That you've harboured
For long
That have crept inside,
The fissures you hold,
That have swallowed
The hopes that tainted your soul,
The thoughts,
that solely causes,
the tracing misery,
That fumes when hidden,
And is just a nebulous touch,
When surfaced.
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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✔ __________________________________...
