Never Ask Again Poem by Malaya Roses

Never Ask Again



How could I be right at the wrong place?
How could I be real in the virtual life of the liar?
How could I stand at the same broken glasses but different terrain?
How could I run to grasp the blade with blood of mine?
How could I smile and absolve him at your pledge?

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