Monday, 20 April 2015


This silence was deafening
A hurt I should be use to
To be honest:
I dont think I could ever get use to it

Not even a cold shower could recall
It was me against the ages
Translucent white and a bar stamp
I came to know of this path

A path of low granny Smiths
Even if a black dog startled me
I wasn't going to be afraid
Because I didn't quite know!

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