Week Six. #29.
My mind is an oxidilized metal
Full of rusty letters
That is cutting me deeply
Some were happy moments
Where we held hands
Beyond the seas of melancholy
Some were arguments
Where we fought for days
Now, what is the use of all these monochrome letters
With tear stains on it?
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