silence…
creeping…
in the mind,
meeting…
emptiness inside,
screeching…
inner walls of the big smile,
the extraversion,
forever infesting imitation with denial
no trace of the beginning
u know its been a while,
its all criss crossed
mix-n-matched and borders flossed,
and just you and me to cure this now,
but it can’t be cured…
can it?
but how?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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