Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Chained


Lingering 
smell of
Familiarity; dependence

Sheltered from the 
harshness of
Moving on

Chained 
you are, to a 
Memory; a 
Wisp

Visage of a 
Nonexistence that
no longer
Belongs or yearns 

Let go, I beg
Torture it may be,
I wish to see you

Smile.

Again.



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