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Harboured stays the thought which could not speak but just are
Inscripted amongst the corners of the mind,
Measuring the depths of its monotonous phrases,
Inscribing the voids with empty metaphors that it sees through the
Kaleidoscope in colored pixels,
Augmenting those tainted tenebrous corners of the memory lane.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
