::- 17 days without a poem -::
It's 17 days today
I haven't written
A single poem;
Neither of truth,
Desperation,
Or my destruction.
That's when I found
My soul missing from me,
Like words, maybe,
She too is tired of me.
And thus, I decided,
To try writing one.
The result is infront of thee.
Now am feeling better.
I haven't written
A single poem;
Neither of truth,
Desperation,
Or my destruction.
That's when I found
My soul missing from me,
Like words, maybe,
She too is tired of me.
And thus, I decided,
To try writing one.
The result is infront of thee.
Now am feeling better.
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