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Sep 2022
Thought of her as it sticks
Doesn't go as it's glowing
Ethereal eyes as it's shapes attract
How should I tell her it's the haze
Which stops me everytime

As if these walls were meant to be
Not the heart as it broken
As it was scattered as i picked the pieces and kept it
These pieces reminds me of a ocean
Which flows endlessly as it's blue and serene.
Written by
Sandy  17/M/India
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