Between the whistle of air
And the song of silence
It creeps and it slips
Through pieces of broken piece
The uninvited has comes
The reminiscing of memories
Bad memories
It tightens my chest
It blocks my breath
Chop, chop, chop
More pieces of pieces
Of broken piece
Shattering in harmony
Pricking the inside me
Insanely.
- June 25, 2019, 3:04 AM -
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