What I cannot
share, I hide
What I
cannot hide, spreads rumours
With every
thought, time flies
To clouds of
suspicious memories
.
Words tossed
up, hurled into the sky
Striking at
the stars and making them fall
With
wavering startles and dimness.
.
This is how thoughts
come to me
Flashes of
memories, dry hot blows of pain
With sudden
numbness in between
To let me
know I am alive.
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