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Mar 2016
Shutters down,

No windowlight,

Not a single sound.


A scratching quill,

A windowsill;

A couple of flyaway pages.


Scribbling down

My Incoherent muse',

Desperate attempts

At a poem or two.


Trying to find

A you and I

In this world

I've created.
Written by
Poetria  23/F/Pakistan
(23/F/Pakistan)   
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