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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