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Something upon the tie-dyed sky I inscripted,
Of memories that still reigns upon this heart,
Of dusty memoirs that are still kept upon the shelf,
With its door hanging ajar.
Of withered leaves that left their stains
Amongst the pages where those words were drained,
With scarlet red tied to its strings,
Locking a piece of myself amidst the pages,
Where letters were scrawled in stages,
With inked blue dye,
And a thousand blurred phrases.
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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✔ __________________________________...
