while i try to speak, it stands in the way,
last night something went missing,
the air is now toying with the idea of it,
what will happen to the shapeless hole that is left behind,
will it get filled with the water that rains later?
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"last night something went missing,
the air is now toying with the idea of it..."
stunning...more of your poetry sana...please.
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