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Illustration by @luciesalgado
Bidding the night a fine goodbye,
I raise my brows in hope
To reach the places I long to discover
In the past,strangled in rope.
Just then my flooded eyes
fall on a speck of blue light
Glowing a corner of the ceiling rise
As if the scavenger had found
His dearest toy in might.
A blunt knife.
In an instant the cuts smeare open
And I keep waiting painlessly,
For the agony to awaken.
My flooded eyes still hopes
To reach the places I long to discover,
I long to discover in scopes
I long to discover in scopes.
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Updated on September 03, 2018
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