Blind bodies kissed in dark, for warmth,
for this despair was but a test.
Blindness for so long,
the bodies could hear emotions unheard,
but human.
Unheard, but disturbing.
Unheard;
a downfall.
(Mirage of a commitment)
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Misfits et al.
Poetry[An Experimental Attempt] A book of poetry that doesn't always rhyme; towards yet another attempt to dwell into realities, emotions and dreams-trying to scratch away layers without tearing them up. Thank you for checking them out.
