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And I woke up one morning
feeling sore
from the endless wailing
cried last night ,
I woke up and I breathed in ,
but when I breathed out ,
the ache was gone along with it ,
the ache was gone and so were you ,
I slipped in the diary that held
the last letter ,
the letter of goodbye to you ,
in the drawer of your desk
as I walked past ;
And that look on your face
didn’t let me go
when I was already aboard
to escape .
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[If this girl's words have
touched your soul ,
matter not how faint
the sensation felt ,
would you mind dears ?
if she wished for you to tap on that minuscule star beneath
and send kudos to her ,
please ?] :)
YOU ARE READING
into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
