These slanted lines of the decayed love, make one final cry before the final death. As these crooked lines, move backwards; they first wriggle, and then die a slow death. Leaving no pain, but mouldy ashes of unspoken words. Greenish speckled spots, imposed on the last love lines. .


Deeply Felt Piece,” ~Maxwanette A Poetess

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