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Sunday, 5 February 2017

[Poem] Same Songs, Same Walls

Same songs, same walls, 
Different timings and feelings; 
Deja vu is a term too pretentious, 
But we've been like this before. 

You had the answers to my kiss, 
The way to steal my wretched soul; 
You exuded intrigue like light, 
I've been dying to drink in the essence. 

If you look into my eyes again, 
You would see your reflections; 
There's nothing else I think about, 
The void that lives in my soul now.

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