Telling by Unsaid
Category: /General/I always felt somebody
standing by my side to show its
belonging to the moon and ocean.
Last words were thrown
up nonchalantly to invite god. Fever
climbs the iceberg in paroxysm.
Walking on sands leaving
foot marks as if to find the difference
between rhyme and suicide.
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