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i am an abandoned memory and a blurred vision of the future. i am a slow dancer in the dark and sleeping auction of unappreciated artworks. i am the dried roses gasping for air for the last time. i am poetry with broken lines, a poem written in twisted anagrams. i am a name carved in an unrecognized tree in a wide forest.
i am a firework bursting against the rain. i am the unwanted letter kept behind the drawer, a fading picture thrown up in the attic. i am dust shoved beneath the carpet.
i am a hopeless chance and a steady remorse people regret meeting. i am a too-late. you will look for lines you could read but i was never made to be a writer. you will look for yourself in me only to realize i am as lost as you.
-solace
|| do not expect much from me ||
