Pain
Screams of agony
Which rendered the life
Were shadow of wounds
Coming alive
Between thoughts
Which rendered the life
Were shadow of wounds
Coming alive
Between thoughts
A place to scribble words. Allow them to take shape. Sometimes they lead me to a merry dance; sometimes dancing to their own tune or even running away. Maybe one day they will tango with me and then....
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