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The Game
Eyes glistened, skimming through the photographs,
A ghost behind everything, in shadows, a dead soul.
Soul that once lived in wild ecstasy, in hope of the prospects,
Brutally slaughtered by those words nobody knew to confine.
Striking pain of regrets, that haunted the whole existence,
A lost gamble, a disastrous game for rubies in vain, looking back to hold on,
Yet love is praised, beyond than it should be, as sweet as cotton candy,
But hidden, disguised as white diary, misreading the paleness, to peace.
Isn't this life after all. Crossing all those glass bridges finding new ways for hope.. for success.
11She had wings yet was asked to rust them and cut off but this time she didn't she was named radical.
00Some things never change but some surely does. And that all depends on how we make things work.
0015 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Published on March 29, 2018
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