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I'm a piece of fiction. Fractions of ink on a paper, Pixelated in achromatic spectrum Under the shadow of dim night lamp Damp pillows and hopeless heads. I'm a piece of word, Tangling in soulless minds Eventually fades, Easily replaced. I'm a scratch of scribbles on a paper. Cuts through the fingers of beautiful minds Bleeding dreams and sorrows Until- The End.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
Ink.
I'm a piece of fiction. Fractions of ink on a paper, Pixelated in achromatic spectrum Under the shadow of dim night lamp Damp pillows and hopeless heads. I'm a piece of word, Tangling in soulless minds Eventually fades, Easily replaced. I'm a scratch of scribbles on a paper. Cuts through the fingers of beautiful minds Bleeding dreams and sorrows Until- The End.
naqiah-azzahra
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
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