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Amidst the solitude Of a wandering mind Silver tracks Under the subway light Figurines of people Passing by Shades of colours On their smeary eyes Engulfing the darkness Of the passing voids Pretty shoes and conceited smiles Till the sky is alone And the ocean dark The horizon is gone Under the trees and mud Between their fingers They hold the lilies Untouched Leaving them for The figurines to pass Shades of colour On their weary eyes Looking up to their Beautiful lives Till it’s all gone for The figurines to buy
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 9:26 AM UTC
Killing a Florist.
Amidst the solitude Of a wandering mind Silver tracks Under the subway light Figurines of people Passing by Shades of colours On their smeary eyes Engulfing the darkness Of the passing voids Pretty shoes and conceited smiles Till the sky is alone And the ocean dark The horizon is gone Under the trees and mud Between their fingers They hold the lilies Untouched Leaving them for The figurines to pass Shades of colour On their weary eyes Looking up to their Beautiful lives Till it’s all gone for The figurines to buy
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 9:26 AM UTC
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