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Confusion
Posted by Hazel Dream
on
12:19 AM
This sleepy narrow dungeon
Gloomy, unspoken, Insane
I have lost the path to my heart
My fingers chatter these eternal ramparts
Struggling livid bricks guards
From a generous split
Creeping roots , mocking solitude
From the orifice of dilapidated moments
There is a glimpse of same sun
It walks with morning
It strolls with Afternoon and
sleeps with evenings
Who wants freedom..??
Me or my desire?
Who wants desire ?
Me or my freedom ?
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