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Jul 2021
I miss you,
Not the star struck smile,
But the tear stained face
I miss you,
Not the elegant, laced demeanor,
But the innocent, grotesque silence
I miss you,
Not the deafening, empty laughter,
But the orchestrated, harmonic muting of your ego.
I miss the yesteryears:
When your coy,naive
Was brighter than theΒ Β enlightened,
Self-absorbed you.
A poem to a toxic relationship.
arthur samuel papa
Written by
arthur samuel papa  22/M/Ghana
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